Taking Advantage of Me

Braydon Neal was sitting cross-legged, obviously ready to cultivate!

Heather Sage saw that he was ignoring her, so she returned to her room and curled up to sleep.

In the eastern horizon, like a fish that had flipped over, it chased away the darkness, and light appeared.

A wisp of purple Qi surrounded Braydon, but he did not absorb it. Instead, he opened his eyes and entered Heather's room silently.

Braydon lifted her blanket and looked at her slender and tiny figure. Her skin was smooth and fair. His slender fingers sent a wisp of purple Qi into her chest.

As the purple Qi entered her body, Heather's smooth face flushed red. She opened her sleepy eyes and saw a figure.

She was stunned!

What was this hooligan trying to do?

"Braydon!" Heather exclaimed.

"What?" Braydon retracted his hand.