Nalan Yufei didn't even realize when her face turned red.
Didn't realize when her lips started parting on instinct.
Didn't realize her hands had stopped resisting and started gripping.
Didn't realize she was cooperating.
Like a disciple being slowly corrupted by the forbidden scroll she swore never to open, she found herself falling into it—page by sinful page.
And Su Xiaobai?
He noticed.
He was no idiot.
He could read her body better than ancient jade scriptures. And during this entire spiritual defilement session, she hadn't once truly resisted. No sudden rejections. No secret techniques.
Well—except one.
"Beating."
The moment Su Xiaobai even looked like he was about to slap her ass or raise a hand in dominance—
She flinched like he'd activated a god-slaying formation.
She tensed.
She almost ran.
That's when it clicked.
This elf wasn't afraid of being enslaved.
