"Gentler..."
The soft, delicate voice drifted into his ears like the pleasant chime of silver bells. The force of Long Yunhui's lips lessened slightly.
He obediently followed Yuan Shu's pace, exchanging their breaths little by little.
The burning sensation within his body finally seemed to find an outlet; once he captured that small mouth, he didn't want to let go.
It was as if he wanted to kiss her like this until the end of time.
Long Yunhui's hands grasped her slender, willow-like waist, pulling her into his embrace.
As Yuan Shu let out a low moan and tilted her head back, he kissed her neck, which carried the faint fragrance of pear blossoms.
The red canopy contrasted with the pearlescent light, reflecting two intertwined shadows.
...
The stone cave in the back mountain of the Luoxian Sect.
Leng Shuxue felt a familiar palpitation in his heart.
He clutched the lapel of his chest with one hand, crumpling the originally neat white robe into a ball.
Overhead, a bright, round moon hung high. A gentle breeze blew past, bringing a wave of icy coldness.
He took a deep breath and wheeled his wheelchair back into the cave.
The familiar pain-relieving pills had already been placed on the stone table to the side.
Tonight, the demonic poison would flare up. His legs would become stiff and agonizingly painful, affecting his entire body.
He would be in a living hell, suffering to the extreme!
Although these pills could not completely alleviate the pain, they could at least provide some relief.
It would keep the night from being completely unbearable.
Leng Shuxue let out a soft breath, and the person who had appeared during the day suddenly came to mind.
Yuan Shu, a very unfamiliar name.
And a very unfamiliar person.
The last time he heard it must have been when his Master came to see him and mentioned the name.
However, judging by his Master's tone, he preferred the little junior sister who had joined the mountain later.
As for Yuan Shu, she was just mentioned in passing.
Even his Master could not cure this demonic poison for him; what made Yuan Shu think she could?
He didn't believe it.
But recalling their physical contact during the day, Leng Shuxue couldn't help but furrow his brows.
Yuan Shu had no way to cure his demonic poison, but she did have a way to silently paralyze his body, leaving him utterly powerless to resist.
He could only let her do whatever she wanted to his legs!
Not only that, Yuan Shu also... also took advantage of his weakness to lean shamelessly into his arms!
Leng Shuxue was naturally averse to physical contact with others, especially women.
In his mind, women were troublesome!
Naturally, he had never allowed any woman within three meters of him.
Today, having Yuan Shu lounge in his arms was a first.
Recalling Yuan Shu's charming little face, Leng Shuxue's cold eyes trembled slightly.
He had to admit, his seventh junior sister was very beautiful.
But that was all.
He was not a man to be bewitched by beauty.
Leng Shuxue took a deep breath. Before the demonic poison fully flared up, he reached for the teapot on the side, poured himself a cup of tea, and took a gentle sip.
A strange, icy chill spread from his legs, and Leng Shuxue's body trembled slightly.
It was here!
The bi-monthly flare-up of the demonic poison!
Leng Shuxue tightened his grip on the teacup and set it down heavily on the table with a thud.
Pain shot up from his legs, causing his entire body to tremble uncontrollably.
He took a deep breath, gritting his teeth to endure it, his hands gripping his knees tightly as if that could alleviate some of the agony.
But now was not the time to take the pain-relieving pill; the pain had not yet reached its peak.
Tonight would be a sleepless night; he was destined to stay awake!
Leng Shuxue leaned askew in his wheelchair, his eyes tightly shut, his face pale, and his long eyelashes fluttering.
It wasn't until the pain became increasingly intense and utterly unbearable that he opened the medicine bottle containing the painkiller, poured out the pill, and tossed it into his mouth.
A warm medicinal energy spread from his dantian, like a gentle spring rain moistening the earth silently.
Leng Shuxue's face relaxed for a moment, and he breathed a sigh of relief as the pain was abruptly suppressed.
But only for a split second. The severe pain quickly spread out once more.
Leng Shuxue looked up at the moon, which had risen to the very top of the sky, and clenched his teeth.
Right at that moment, streams of clear spiritual energy suddenly surged from his legs, instantly suppressing the agonizing pain.
An unprecedented sense of relief flooded into his legs.
Leng Shuxue was slightly stunned. Then, as if realizing something, he reached down and rolled up his trouser legs.
He saw that on his bruised and purple legs, traces of cyan spiritual energy had appeared at some unknown point.
It continuously emerged from his acupoints, wrapping around his legs like a special protective film.
Leng Shuxue's eyes widened slightly; he recognized it.
This was the spiritual energy left behind by the acupressure massage techniques Yuan Shu had used during the day.
Tiny specks of light had hidden within his acupoints, transforming into a miraculous medicine at this critical moment to suppress the severe pain in his legs.
Leng Shuxue was in disbelief.
One must know that every time the demonic poison flared up, once every half a month, he had to endure the pain for an entire night.
Only when dawn broke would the pain slowly dissipate.
But now, barely the time it takes an incense stick to burn had passed, and the pain was gone?
Yuan Shu... could she really cure the demonic poison in his legs?
He opened his eyes slightly wider in sheer disbelief.
...
The lights in the room stayed on all night.
Hazy and dim, they set off an intoxicating and romantic atmosphere.
Long Yunhui held Yuan Shu tightly, refusing to let go.
Unable to see Yuan Shu, he simply closed his eyes, using only his lips, his hands, and his body to feel her.
He kissed her lips, her neck, her skin.
This night was both restrained and maddening.
It wasn't until the sky outside the window grew bright that the commotions, which had lasted all night, gradually ceased.
Within the red canopy, Long Yunhui held Yuan Shu's waist without letting go. Yuan Shu simply rested on his chest, refining the foundation of the Divine Acacia Tree.
A supreme mutated lightning-gold spiritual root was extremely rare.
She had refined it for days, and it was only the size of a grain of rice. Yet, in just this one night, that grain of rice had grown a size larger.
Yuan Shu felt quite gratified, her fingertips still tracing circles on Long Yunhui's chest.
She had to admit, this nominal third senior brother had an incredibly vigorous stamina. After tossing and turning all night, he still seemed untired.
At this moment, the hand stroking her back started to misbehave again.
Yuan Shu's lips curled into a smile. "Still not enough?"
His thoughts exposed, Long Yunhui stopped pretending. He scooped her up onto his body and answered crisply and neatly, "Not enough."
"But it's dawn. Aren't you leaving?"
Yuan Shu leaned close to Long Yunhui's face, wrapping her arms around his neck, and gently brushed her lips against his sharp, fair jawline.
Long Yunhui smoothly tilted his neck back, exposing his slightly flushed Adam's apple.
"Can I... can I see you?"
He spoke hesitantly, his grip on Yuan Shu's waist tightening slightly.
He wanted to see what the woman who had spent two nights with him looked like, but he was afraid she would mind.
After all, since she had blindfolded him, she clearly didn't want him to see her appearance. Why would she let him see her now?
Sure enough, Yuan Shu chuckled softly and refused outright. "No."
Long Yunhui's body trembled slightly. "Why? I... I just..."
"Young Master, our transaction ends at dawn. That was the case for the Purple Mansion Spirit Ginseng before, and it is the same for today's immortal-grade spiritual plant," Yuan Shu said unhurriedly.
The love and romance of young people were the most annoying things.
In her mind, problems that could be solved with money were the simplest.
