Chapter 154 Misunderstanding the Intention

Lin Wanyu’s hands remained frozen in mid-air. She could clearly sense that Qin Chuan was not joking. Ever since she had known him, she had never seen him in such a miserable and battered state.

"Are you injured?"

There was a hint of urgency in Lin Wanyu’s tone, though even she herself could not understand why she felt so concerned for Qin Chuan’s safety.

Qin Chuan knew very well that this was no time to stubbornly cling to his pride. He nodded immediately, his expression turning deadly serious. "I am severely injured, and only you can help me. I just don't know if you are willing."

As if suddenly recalling something, Lin Wanyu’s pretty face instantly flushed crimson. In the past, if any member of the opposite sex had dared to cross the line and propose such conditions touching upon taboos, she would have glared at them coldly, lashed out with harsh words, and might even have resorted to physical violence.

Yet at this very moment, faced with Qin Chuan’s unreasonable request, Lin Wanyu found herself feeling only a faint trace of shyness. This reaction felt utterly incredible even to her.

"Just tell me, how do you want me to help?" Lin Wanyu asked, her voice as soft as a mosquito's buzz.

Qin Chuan looked at Lin Wanyu with a slightly peculiar gaze. He had a vague feeling that something was amiss, especially given her reaction—why did it seem like she was half-reluctantly willing to submit to whatever he wanted? For a moment, Qin Chuan even wondered if he was hallucinating.

"However, you need to prepare yourself mentally. Helping me with this might cause you a bit of pain, but the painful process will be very brief. Once that passes, you will feel extremely comfortable." Qin Chuan still proceeded to describe what might happen.

The more Lin Wanyu listened, the redder her face became, and the faster her heart beat. By the end, her breathing had even grown somewhat shallow.

Although President Lin was still inexperienced in worldly matters, under the "guidance" of her bad friend Lan Jin, she had indeed browsed certain educational materials. From Lan Jin’s "practical instructions," she knew that a woman's first time would indeed be very painful at the beginning, but once things got underway, it would become extremely...

Lin Wanyu was already too shy to continue down that train of thought. Reason urged her to immediately reject Qin Chuan’s outrageous demand, yet a flutter deep within her heart offered a dissenting opinion, suggesting that she should seize this opportunity to deepen her bond with Qin Chuan.

Especially when she recalled how Liu Qingcheng used to strut around flaunting the fact that she was the first to successfully perform oral arts on Qin Chuan, the "fluttering little voice" in the depths of Lin Wanyu's heart gradually gained the upper hand, eventually overwhelming all resistance. Slowly, her hands drifted toward the buttons of her black suit jacket.

Qin Chuan was instantly dumbfounded, asking with utter perplexity, "What on earth are you doing?"

"Aren't you trying to get me to..."

Lin Wanyu’s voice cut off abruptly. Her pretty face turned scarlet red; she simply could not bring herself to voice the rest of the sentence.

Qin Chuan still hadn't caught on yet, and continued offering a slightly more detailed explanation of what Lin Wanyu needed to cooperate with.

"Your constitution is special. Later on, I will use silver needles to pierce your acupoints to release the Profound Yin Qi within your body. At the beginning, it will be extremely painful—you probably still remember your previous episodes of illness. Activating it by force is far more painful than a passive attack. However, once I guide your Profound Yin Qi into my own body, through the harmonization of Yin and Yang, you will feel incomparably comfortable."

As Qin Chuan finished his explanation, Lin Wanyu’s expression shifted from profound shyness to sheer astonishment, and finally settled into agonizing, mortified embarrassment.

Naturally, the complex changes in Lin Wanyu’s expressions were not lost on Qin Chuan. Realization suddenly dawned on him, and recalling her obvious gesture of unbuttoning her jacket just moments ago, Qin Chuan felt a strong urge to slap himself across the face a few times.

Although he didn't know what drove Lin Wanyu to make up her mind to "sacrifice herself to save him," if the two of them had used the Dual Cultivation method to harmonize Yin and Yang, it truly could have completely eradicated their respective extremely rare conditions.

"Wanyu, actually, using acupuncture to actively trigger the affliction causes immense damage to your body. I really cannot bear to use it. Of course, the best method is still for us to... well, as the saying goes, men and women working together don't get tired. Only that way is best for both of us..."

"Shut your mouth!"

Before Qin Chuan could finish the rest of his sentence, Lin Wanyu cut him off directly. "If you try to sweet-talk me again, see if I don't turn around and leave you to die!"

Hearing this, Qin Chuan immediately clapped a hand over his mouth, feeling all the more regretful that he hadn't caught on sooner. Yet, above and beyond his regret was sheer bewilderment: what on earth was going through Lin Wanyu's mind when she chose to offer herself just now?

However, didn't this also mean that easing his relationship with her had become much more hopeful?

At this thought, Qin Chuan felt a mixed array of emotions. But the surging injuries in his body gave him no luxury to dwell on extraneous matters. Having only zoned out for a brief moment, the Qi and blood within him churned violently once more, and fresh blood uncontrollably spilled from the corner of his mouth.

Lin Wanyu could no longer afford to feel embarrassed. Seeing Qin Chuan in such a battered and miserable state, a sliver of heartache actually welled up inside her. Yet, the mere thought of her earlier misunderstanding—and the fact that she had prepared to undress right in front of him—made her wish she could crawl into a crack in the ground to escape the awkwardness.

"Stop spouting nonsense! Just tell me how I need to cooperate, and I'll do it. If it weren't for the fact that my father repeatedly mentioned how your master showed our Lin family great kindness, even if you put a knife to my throat, I wouldn't help you. Do you understand?"

On the surface, Lin Wanyu’s words sounded like a warning to Qin Chuan not to harbor improper thoughts; in reality, she was merely giving herself a way to save face after her embarrassing misunderstanding.

Naturally, Qin Chuan had no intention of exposing her—nor, for that matter, did he have the mood to do so. The churning and surging of Qi and blood inside him were growing increasingly fierce, so he simply nodded with a solemn expression.

"You had better change into something thinner first. Only then will it be favorable for the acupuncture. Of course, skin-to-skin honesty is best, but I have a feeling you won't agree to that."

Before Qin Chuan’s voice had even faded, Lin Wanyu had already headed to the bedroom to change. A moment later, she emerged wearing a cicada-wing-thin silk nightgown. Although she was trying her utmost to keep her emotions under control, Qin Chuan could still sense a trace of urgency in her.

"A typical case of a sharp tongue with a soft heart. Why bother putting on such a cold and aloof front?"

Qin Chuan muttered silently to himself, but quickly reined in his focus, motioning for Lin Wanyu to lie down on the bed first.

Though deeply mortified, Lin Wanyu knew this was no time for such distracting thoughts. Without the slightest hesitation, she followed Qin Chuan’s instructions. Immediately afterward, she felt several silver needles pierce into her body.

Before she could even ask how she should cooperate with the treatment, she was suddenly struck by an unprecedented, bone-chilling cold. That's right—even her previous sudden attacks had never been this painful. Yet Lin Wanyu proved stubbornly resilient; she bit down hard on her lower lip, refusing to let out the slightest sound. Although her lips began to ooze fresh blood, the sight left Qin Chuan utterly dumbstruck.

Hesitating no longer, Qin Chuan rapidly circulated his cultivation technique, gradually guiding the chilling Qi released by Lin Wanyu into his own Dantian. That inexpressible scorching sensation melted away significantly, and a wave of supreme comfort compelled Qin Chuan to let out an involuntary moan.

"If you dare make any more weird noises, I'll fight you to the death!" Lin Wanyu's shyly indignant voice abruptly rang out.