Mao Qingzhu’s wrist was held by a warm hand, and the heat made her want to pull away, but he held her tighter.
"Brother Ye, you... let go first, your Spiritual Power is what needs attention now!" Her voice trembled slightly.
"Did Sister Qingzhu forget? Last time you helped me just like this."
Chen Ye reminded her, his words implying something that made her already flushed face even hotter.
"I..."
Mao Qingzhu felt both embarrassed and anxious.
She knew Brother Ye was honest and probably hadn’t understood the true meaning of last time’s "guidance."
"How... how do I explain this."
She thought to herself, forcing herself to calm down.
"Then you... turn around. I’ll try again, but don’t think too much about it."
"Everything is as Sister Qingzhu says." Chen Ye smiled slightly and turned his back to her.
Mao Qingzhu took a deep breath, her fingertips trembling.
She hesitated for a moment, then carefully leaned closer to the man, her lotus arms wrapping around his broad waist,
"Sister Qingzhu’s body... is so soft..." Chen Ye suddenly said.
"You..."
The gentle beauty bit her silver teeth, her gaze slightly annoyed as she whispered,
"Brother Ye, don’t talk, don’t let others know, Zhiwei is still outside."
Honest Chen Ye pretended to be confused: "We’re just healing, not doing anything shameful. If Zhiwei knows, then she knows."
Mao Qingzhu was at a loss for words, racking her brains, she finally thought of an excuse:
"What if someone passes by and hears us? We can’t let others know I’m here, or else... they’ll think we’re..."
This time Chen Ye really remained silent.
He didn’t want to push too hard, lest he frightened Sister Qingzhu.
He let out an "oh" and said no more, simply holding her slightly trembling soft hand, guiding it to his lower abdomen Dantian area, covering her hand with his own palm.
"Sister Qingzhu, don’t move."
His voice came through the back, muffled,
"Just like this... I’ll guide it, you just need to hold it, stabilizing the Spiritual Power."
Her hand was forced to press closer, the heat seemingly ready to burn through her palm.
She wanted to break free, but Chen Ye’s palm covered hers like iron tongs, leaving her unable to move.
"Brother Ye, this... this is not right..."
Mao Qingzhu’s voice was as faint as a mosquito’s, the shame making her whole body begin to soften.
"Sister Qingzhu, don’t get distracted." Chen Ye’s voice grew huskier, "The Spiritual Power... is about to lose control..."
"But..."
She could only close her eyes, her lashes trembling wildly, forcing herself to treat this as a special healing session.
"Didn’t Sister Qingzhu teach me this way at the beginning? Why avoid it today?"
Chen Ye casually asked.
Mao Qingzhu bit her lip, not daring to speak, only focusing on guiding the Spiritual Power.
It was stiff at first, but gradually, perhaps finding the feeling from before, she became more skilled.
Even when sensing Brother Ye’s heavy breathing,
she mischievously thought, "Teaching you to bully me..."
With that thought, her slender hand unconsciously started to play tricks.
Bullying Brother Ye into discomfort.
"Hmph... Regret it now!" Mao Qingzhu thought angrily in her heart.
Alas, the good times did not last long.
The man’s big hand suddenly covered her soft and slender legs, "Sister Qingzhu, you’ve helped me so much, how can I just accept it?"
"Brother... Brother Ye, what do you mean?"
The gentle beauty awkwardly shifted her legs, pressing down on his wrist with her other hand.
Chen Ye replied seriously: "The Yin energy in Divine Mist Valley is heavy, Sister Qingzhu, cultivating here, must also need guidance."
"I... I don’t need it!"
Mao Qingzhu’s pretty face blushed fiercely, helping Brother Ye was barely acceptable, but letting Brother Ye help her...
"Oh? But didn’t Sister Qingzhu say last time that this was just a normal healing? So why not try it?"
Chen Ye said leisurely.
In the past, the words Mao Qingzhu used to coax Chen Ye now became sharp arrows hitting her between the eyes.
She opened her mouth, but didn’t know how to explain.
Couldn’t possibly say that she intended to bully Brother Ye back then...
"Reciprocation." Chen Ye didn’t wait for Mao Qingzhu to find an excuse, using his other hand to mimic her earlier actions, gently placing it on her flat, soft lower abdomen Dantian.
"Ooh... Brother Ye, you can’t..."
The gentle beauty went soft all over, almost collapsing onto Chen Ye.
Though Chen Ye was turned away, he had already developed Divine Sense, and even without looking back, his big hand remained nimble, unfettered by sight.
"Sister Qingzhu." Chen Ye said softly, "Zhiwei is still outside, you mustn’t make a sound..."
Thus.
The beauty was tearful, unable to advance or retreat.
"Master?" Zhiwei’s voice suddenly came from outside, tinged with doubt.
Mao Qingzhu was struck by a bolt from the blue, jerking violently, no longer caring about the strangeness within her, frantically trying to withdraw her hands.
"Don’t move." Chen Ye, however, drew her half-soft body to him, securing her on his back, at the same time, increased the pressure on her hands.
He raised his voice, calmly, towards the door: "What is it?"
"..."
Outside, Zhiwei was silent. After a long while, she finally said,
"Master, earlier... was that Aunt Mao’s voice? Is she not feeling well?"
"She is... focused on the healing, not convenient to talk. You should not come in."
Chen Ye explained without a blush or a heartbeat, at the same time, his hand holding Mao Qingzhu’s...
Who would have thought.
This airhead couldn’t take it! Hearing Zhiwei talking, she couldn’t withstand the stimulus and unexpectedly let out a low cry.
"Bang!"
The door was pushed open violently!
Zhiwei’s small face was expressionless, coldly looking in.
The master was sitting cross-legged on the meditation mat.
And that usually dignified and gentle, fairy-like Aunt Mao, at this moment... was half lying on the master’s back, her blue clothes in disarray, black silky hair messily stuck on her flushed cheeks.