’So... so hard!’
Meng Qiaofei froze. The hard texture felt like she had grabbed a steel bar. Even through his clothes, she could clearly feel a scorching heat.
’Why would Xiaoxun be carrying such a hot rod on him?’
"S-Sister-in-law, let go! I... it’s not a rod!"
The moment she grabbed it, Yang Xun panicked. His body trembled as if electrocuted, and he nearly fell to the ground.
’He never would have expected his sister-in-law to do something like this without any warning.’
’This is so sudden!’
"Huh? It’s not a rod?"
Meng Qiaofei didn’t let go right away. Instead, she groped around for a moment. She quickly realized what it was, and her face instantly turned crimson. She snatched her hand back, so embarrassed she wished the ground would swallow her whole.
’She had actually touched Yang Xun’s... *that* place. Oh my god... so embarrassing!’
"Xiaoxun, I... I’m sorry. I didn’t know."
"It’s okay. I’ll take you to your room."
Of course, Yang Xun didn’t blame her. He quickened his pace and hurried up to the second floor.
Nestled in Yang Xun’s arms, Meng Qiaofei appeared calm on the surface, but her mind was in turmoil. She couldn’t stop replaying the incredible sensation from just a moment ago.
’Is that even something a human can possess?’
For a moment, an image of her husband flashed through her mind, and a flicker of disappointment crossed her eyes. Comparing her husband to Yang Xun was like comparing a kindergartener to a grown man.
’Why is the difference so huge?’
"Sister-in-law, we’re here."
As he spoke, Yang Xun pushed open the door and walked inside.
Despite living with the Xu Family for years, this was his first time entering Meng Qiaofei’s room. As soon as he stepped inside, a captivating fragrance washed over him—the very same scent as his sister-in-law’s, a scent that put one’s mind at ease.
He observed the room’s decor as he walked toward the bed.
The room was massive, over fifty square meters, making it the largest in the villa. It had been Meng Qiaofei’s bridal suite when she married into the Xu Family, and it was luxuriously decorated.
Even after two years, it still had vestiges of a bridal chamber. Festive decorations hung from the ceiling, and the wedding photo above the headboard was particularly eye-catching.
In her wedding dress, Meng Qiaofei was beautiful on a whole other level. She looked like an ethereal fairy, radiating a charm with every move that no man could resist.
In contrast, Xu Feifan, standing beside Meng Qiaofei, looked utterly unsightly. With his fat head and big ears, even the retouched photo couldn’t hide his ugliness.
’A perfect flower wasted on a pile of cow dung.’
"Xiaoxun, hurry and put me on the bed!"
Meng Qiaofei said in a trembling voice as they reached the bed.
Yang Xun nodded gently and immediately laid her down on the bed.
Meng Qiaofei had thought the pain would subside if she lay down for a while, but to her surprise, after resting for only a moment, the pain didn’t lessen. It grew even more intense, almost to the point of suffocation.
"Xiaoxun, please, call 911 for me. My stomach... it hurts so much!"
As she spoke, her face was a mask of intense pain and fear. ’Could I have some serious illness?’
"Sister-in-law, I know a little about medicine. How about you let me take a look first?"
Before, Yang Xun would never have dared to suggest such a thing. But now, he was a Cultivator in possession of a treasure like the Rejuvenation Medical Scripture. Treating common ailments was child’s play for him.
"You know medicine?"
Meng Qiaofei stared at Yang Xun in surprise. She had known him for half a year and had never heard anything about this.
"Mhm," Yang Xun nodded slightly. "I learned a little from my grandfather a while back. I just never mentioned it to any of you."
"Are you sure you can handle this?"
A flicker of hesitation crossed Meng Qiaofei’s eyes. "My stomach is in excruciating pain right now."
"Just give me one minute."
With that, Yang Xun placed two fingers of his right hand on Meng Qiaofei’s wrist. With a single thought, he silently activated the Yin Yang Dragon and Phoenix Technique, sending wisps of True Qi from his fingertips into her body.
In an instant, a complete picture of Meng Qiaofei’s physical condition formed in Yang Xun’s mind.
He slowly opened his eyes and let out a soft breath, his expression turning serious.
"Xiaoxun, how is it?"
Seeing the look on his face, Meng Qiaofei’s heart clenched as she asked.
"Sister-in-law, you can’t drink this herbal soup anymore. From my examination just now, I’ve found that you have a severe case of gastritis, and it’s being caused by this soup. If you keep drinking it, you might even get stomach cancer!"
Yang Xun was completely serious; he didn’t look like he was lying at all.
"Is it that serious?"
Meng Qiaofei’s expression was grim. "I can stop drinking the soup," she continued, "but my stomach hurts so much right now. I still need to go to the hospital."
Yang Xun said, "You don’t need to. I can relieve your pain!"
"For real?"
Meng Qiaofei looked astonished.
"Sister-in-law, I wouldn’t joke about something like this."
Yang Xun sat on the edge of the bed and said earnestly, "I learned a massage technique from my grandfather that can effectively relieve this kind of pain. You can give it a try. If it really doesn’t work, I’ll take you to the hospital."
Meng Qiaofei nodded lightly. "Alright, let’s give it a try."
Yang Xun said, "Sister-in-law, I’ll need you to lift your clothes and expose your stomach. It’ll make the massage easier."
This time, Meng Qiaofei didn’t say a word. She simply undid two buttons, exposing her flat abdomen to the air. Her skin was as white as snow, and under the sunlight, it shimmered with an alluring luster, as if it had just been bathed in milk.
’So white!’
Seeing this, Yang Xun couldn’t help but gulp. His body grew hot, but he didn’t let it show, calmly placing his palm on his sister-in-law’s flat, toned stomach.
As he gently kneaded her skin, wisps of True Qi seeped into Meng Qiaofei’s body.
Nourished by the True Qi, the stabbing pain in her stomach was instantly relieved.
"Hmm??"
As the pain lessened, Meng Qiaofei’s eyes lit up. She looked at Yang Xun, her gaze filled with astonishment. She hadn’t held out much hope at first, but she never expected him to actually succeed.
The pain hadn’t vanished completely, but it had certainly lessened a great deal.
"Sister-in-law, how does that feel?"
Yang Xun asked as he continued to gently massage her.
"Mmm, it’s working really well. The pain is really gone! Keep going!"
Meng Qiaofei said excitedly.
Seeing how well it was working, Yang Xun continued, "Sister-in-law, your clothes are a bit too tight, which makes it hard to massage properly. If you’re okay with it, could you unbutton your shirt completely? That way, I can cure your gastritis for good."
"Uh... all of them?"
For a moment, hesitation flickered in Meng Qiaofei’s eyes, as if she had some unspeakable secret.
"It’s okay if you don’t," Yang Xun said immediately upon seeing her reaction. "But if you don’t unbutton it, I can’t massage your stomach directly. Just massaging your lower abdomen won’t be as effective, and I won’t be able to cure it completely."
"Alright, I’ll do it!"
Having witnessed the effects of the massage, Meng Qiaofei now trusted Yang Xun completely. She immediately undid the rest of the buttons.
She was wearing a white blouse today, and when the last button was undone, the view of her chest was instantly revealed to Yang Xun.
HISS!
Looking at the scene before him, Yang Xun froze on the spot.
’His sister-in-law... wasn’t wearing a bra...’