Chapter 626
Take it off, this is a massage, this is treatment.
In the dim light, his face was so close, and the emotions churning in his eyes were crystal clear.
That was a provocation, a test, a kind of almost tyrannical desire to destroy all boundaries.
"Why?" Her voice was hoarse.
“Because I want to hear it.” Feng Yuxiu straightened up, moved his hand away from her lower abdomen, and reached for the old table next to him.
There was a cheap black cell phone there.
He took it and put it in her hand.
The phone was cold and hard, a stark contrast to her burning hot palm.
"Hit her," he commanded, sitting back down on the edge of the bed, his gaze fixed on her face. "Or, the treatment can end here."
Dan Ying gripped her phone tightly, her knuckles turning white.
She could feel the blood roaring in her ears, and she could feel the unfamiliar and surging waves deep within her body, frantically assaulting her reason.
Call Xiahou Wu? At this moment? In this state? To tell him she misses him?
This is an insult.
It is trampling.
It completely crushed her last shred of dignity and resolve.
but……
Her gaze fell on Feng Yuxiu's face.
He looked at her calmly, waiting for her choice.
She knew that if she refused, he would really get up and leave.
With treatment interrupted, her old injury may never fully heal.
The emptiness of being teased halfway and then abruptly stopped might drive her crazy.
Even more terrifying, deep inside her, a voice whispered: Hit him. Let him hear. Let Xiahou Wu hear your voice now, hear you on this broken bed, under the gaze of another man, panting and saying you miss him.
The voice was so wicked, yet so alluring.
Dan Ying's fingers trembled as she turned on her phone screen.
The faint light shone on her face, illuminating the struggling tears in her eyes.
Her senior brother.
The person she once thought she would spend her life with.
Feng Yuxiu placed his hand back on her lower abdomen, without rubbing or massaging, just gently touching it.
His gaze remained fixed on her, as if he were watching a meticulously planned performance.
Dan Ying pressed the dial button.
The beeping sound of waiting echoed in the silent room, each beep striking her heart.
She closed her eyes, and tears slid down her cheeks.
When the third waiting tone ended, the call was connected.
"Ah Ying?" Xiahou Wu's voice came through the receiver, clear, steady, and with a hint of concern. "Is something wrong? I'm helping Inspector Lu solve the case, I won't be back tonight."
Dan Ying's throat tightened.
She could feel Feng Yuxiu's hand gently sliding across her lower abdomen, his fingertips barely brushing the edge of her waistband.
"Senior brother..." she began, her voice hoarse.
"What's wrong? Your voice sounds off." Xiahou Wu immediately noticed. "Has your old injury flared up again?"
Feng Yuxiu's fingertips stopped, pressing on a delicate spot below her lower abdomen.
A sharp, tingling sensation shot up instantly, rushing straight to the top of my head.
Dan Ying bit her lower lip hard to suppress the groan that was about to escape her lips.
"No...no..." she said with difficulty, her breathing erratic, "I'm fine...I just finished practicing...I'm resting..."
There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone.
"Ah Ying, are you really alright?" Xiahou Wu's voice was tinged with doubt. "Why is it so quiet over there? Where are you?"
Feng Yuxiu's fingers began to move, tracing upwards along the midline of her lower abdomen very slowly.
With each inch she moved, Shan Ying's breathing became more rapid.
She could feel her skin trembling under his fingertips, and she could feel something dangerous, something on the verge of going out of control, awakening deep within her body.
“I’m… in my room…” she could barely finish a sentence, “… alone… thinking…”
Her voice stopped there.
Because Feng Yuxiu's finger stopped below her chest and gently tapped it.
That location is only an inch away from the Tanzhong acupoint.
"What are you thinking about?" Xiahou Wu pressed.
Dan Ying opened her eyes, her vision blurred with tears as she stared at the ceiling.
The dim light bulb flickered in her vision, splitting into countless spots of light.
Feng Yuxiu's face was in her peripheral vision, calm, focused, and waiting.
"I miss you..." she finally said, her voice as soft as a sigh, yet trembling with an almost seductive quality that startled even herself, "Senior brother... I miss you..."
There was a long silence on the other end of the phone.
Dan Ying could hear Xiahou Wu's breathing, which gradually became heavier from steady.
She could imagine his expression at that moment: confusion, worry, and perhaps a hint of unease.
“Ah Ying,” he finally spoke, his voice low, “has something happened to you? Tell me.”
Feng Yuxiu's palm covered his entire chest, not his chest, but back to his lower abdomen. His palm was burning hot, and he pressed down hard.
The internal energy surged in and rushed down the Ren meridian.
Dan Ying's body arched suddenly, and a suppressed, broken sob escaped from her throat.
"N-nothing...it's nothing..." She bit her lip hard, the taste of blood filling her mouth. "It's just...I missed you...Senior brother...I...I'm going to sleep now..."
She practically rushed to finish speaking before pressing the hang-up button.
The phone slipped from her hand and fell onto the bed sheet.
She was breathing heavily, her chest heaving, and her whole body was soaked in sweat.
Tears streamed down his face, mingling with sweat, running rampant across his cheeks.
Feng Yuxiu withdrew his hand.
He watched her silently, watching her tremble in despair, watching her face streaked with tears.
His expression remained calm, but the surging anger in his eyes finally subsided, replaced by a profound and satisfied tranquility.
“Very good,” he said, his voice regaining its initial calm.
Dan Ying turned her head sharply, her bloodshot eyes glaring at him, filled with anger, humiliation, despair, and a dangerous flame that she herself was unwilling to admit had been completely ignited.
"You..." her voice was hoarse, "Are you satisfied?"
Feng Yuxiu stood up, walked to the table, picked up a clean cloth, walked back, and handed it to her.
"Wipe it off," he said, without answering her question.
Shan Ying did not answer.
She propped herself up and sat up, pulled the short shirt that was bunched up around her waist, and haphazardly put it on, buttoning two of the buttons wrong.
Her hands were trembling, her whole body was trembling.
Feng Yuxiu did not force him, and placed the cloth by the bedside.
He took a step back, creating distance, and reverted to his indifferent self.
"That's all for today," he said. "The main meridians have been initially cleared, but the Ren meridian is not fully unblocked. Once it is completely cleared, your skills will improve even further."
Dan Ying looked up at him, her eyes blurred with tears.
She wanted to say something, to yell at him, to hit him, to question him about why he treated her this way.
But all the words got stuck in his throat, turning into a violent cough.
Feng Yuxiu waited quietly for her to finish coughing, then said, "Get dressed, I'll take you home."
Dan Ying shook her head, struggled to get out of bed, put on her coat and cloth shoes.
Her movements were stiff, but each step was steady.
When she finally stood up straight and faced him, her tears had dried, leaving only red eyes and a pale face.
“No need.” Her voice was cold. “I can walk by myself.”
Feng Yuxiu didn't insist. He watched her walk to the door and unlatch it. "Shan Ying," he said behind her.
Dan Ying stopped, without turning around.
"Today's treatment was very effective." His voice was deep and steady. "Your Ren meridian has begun to open."
Dan Ying's shoulders trembled slightly.
She didn't respond, opened the door, and walked into the dark stairwell.
The footsteps faded into the distance, eventually disappearing at the end of the stairs.
Feng Yuxiu stood there, listening as the footsteps completely disappeared.
Then, he walked to the bedside, sat down, and placed his hand on the spot where Shan Ying had just been lying.
The sheets still bore traces of her body heat and sweat.
He raised his hand and looked at his palm.
There seemed to still linger the touch of her skin, her trembling response, her suppressed sobs, and the genuine tremor in her last words, "I miss you," which she herself was unaware of.
Under the dim light, the corners of Yu Xiu's mouth slowly curved upwards into a tiny, almost cruel arc.
"Xiahou Wu, you're such a coward, you can tolerate all this. Let's add fuel to the fire."
The sweltering heat and humiliation of No. 7 Liuxiang still lingered on her skin, and Shan Ying practically fled back to Heyimen.
Night had fallen, and the martial arts gym was silent.
The disciples had already rested, and only the moonlight shone on the bluestone slabs in the large courtyard, giving them a cold, white glow.
She walked through the corridor back to her small courtyard, bolted the door behind her, and leaned against the door, breathing heavily.
My body is still shaking.
The touch of Feng Yuxiu's palm, the beads of sweat dripping from his hands, his commanding whispers, and Xiahou Wu's concerned voice calling out "Aying" over the phone.
All the images and sounds swirled in her mind, mixing together to create a dizzying sensation that made her want to vomit.
She staggered to the water vat, scooped up a ladle of cold water, and poured it over her head.
The icy water made her shiver, but it couldn't extinguish the evil fire within her.
Feng Yuxiu's internal energy remained in her meridians, like countless tiny flames, surging through the Ren meridian and burning deep in her lower abdomen.
After that phone call, he never touched her again, only saying that her Ren meridian was open, and then let her leave.
But she knew that something was different.
She took off her soaking wet clothes, dried herself haphazardly, and changed into clean nightgown.
The cotton fabric against her skin only made her more agitated. She lay down on the bed and closed her eyes, but all she could see in the darkness were Feng Yuxiu's eyes, calm as a still pool, yet churning with dark fire within.
And there's that trembling voice saying, "I miss you."
She actually said it.
As his palm touched her lower abdomen and his fingertips traced her skin, at the peak of that almost desecrated humiliation intertwined with secret pleasure, she uttered those words to Xiahou Wu.
Shame clung to her like a poisonous vine, making it hard for her to breathe.
At the same time, the emptiness and restlessness deep within my body, yearning to be filled, became increasingly clear.
She knew what it was.
She was a martial artist, knowledgeable about meridians and blood circulation, and understood how desires arise.
But she never imagined that one day she would be provoked to such a state by this method and by that person.
I tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep.
Just as she was staring at the top of the tent, trying to calm her blood and qi with her internal energy, she heard a very faint sound coming from the window.
Click.
It was the sound of the latch being opened by internal force.
Dan Ying sat up abruptly, her hand already on the short sword under her pillow.
But the next second, she knew who it was.
Besides him, who else could have sneaked into the depths of He Yi Men so quietly and accurately found her room?
Feng Yuxiu jumped in through the window and landed silently.
The moonlight shone in from behind him, outlining his lean and muscular figure.
He was still wearing that dark gray undershirt, carrying the coolness of the night breeze and the unique scent of sweat and herbs that lingered in that dilapidated house in Liuxiang.
He stood at the boundary between moonlight and shadow, watching her.
Dan Ying's hand holding the short sword was trembling.
But she did nothing. She simply sat on the bed, her nightgown disheveled, her long hair loose, watching him approach step by step.
"How dare you..." Her voice was hoarse.
“Your Ren meridian has just been opened and needs to be consolidated.” Feng Yuxiu’s voice was as calm as stating a fact. “If it is not channeled tonight, all previous efforts will be in vain.”
He stopped by the bedside and looked down at her.
The moonlight shone from the side, illuminating half of his face and casting it in shadow, revealing the burning fire in his eyes.
"Get out," Shan Ying said, but her voice was so weak that even she didn't believe it.
Feng Yuxiu reached out, not to touch her, but to take the short sword from her hand.
His movements were slow, giving her enough time to resist, but as soon as she loosened her grip, the short sword fell into his palm.
He gently placed the short sword on the bedside table; the metal struck the wooden surface, producing a soft sound.
"Lie down," he said, in the same tone he used in Liuxiang, leaving no room for argument.
Dan Ying's breathing became rapid.
She wanted to resist, to rebuke, and to use the authority of the deputy sect leader to force him to back down.
But the restless fire deep within his body burned even brighter the moment he appeared.
The tiny flames in the Ren meridian seemed to sense the source and began to surge wildly.
She knew he was lying.
Consolidation? Guidance? No, he came here not for treatment at all.
But she still turned around, lay down on the bed, and buried her face in the pillow.
The nightgown was made of thin cotton fabric and clung tightly to the body's curves.
She could feel Feng Yuxiu's gaze on her back, like a tangible hand stroking her inch by inch.
The edge of the bed sank, and he sat down.
This time, he didn't hesitate at all. He placed his palm directly on her lower back, and it was burning hot even through her nightgown.
It's wet.
He said, his fingertips hooking the hem of his nightgown.
Shan Ying trembled.
She wanted to stop it, but her body was too weak to move.
Her nightgown was lifted up, bunching up to her shoulder blades, exposing her entire back to the cool air and to his gaze.
His palm pressed against mine without any obstruction.
It was hotter and more forceful than when they were in Liuxiang. The internal energy surged in, not with gentle guidance, but with a strong, aggressive penetration.
Shan Ying bit down on the pillow to suppress her groans.
She could feel his palms moving along her spine, from her tailbone all the way up to her cervical spine.
Each press carries an almost punishing force.
"Relax," he whispered in her ear, his breath brushing against her neck. "Your muscles are too tense."
How could I possibly relax? Shan Ying thought desperately.
Every touch he made ignited her; the penetration of his inner energy seemed to open new pathways within her body, and those pathways all ultimately pointed to the same place.
Deep in my lower abdomen, that empty, restless place that longs to be filled.
His hands began to move to both sides, sliding along the edge of his ribs towards his waist.
My fingertips sank into the soft flesh of her waist, kneading and pressing, with varying pressure.
Dan Ying's body began to tremble uncontrollably, and sweat soaked the sheets beneath her.
“Turn over,” he said, his voice already hoarse. (End of Chapter)