Chapter 117: You... Don’t Put It In

"Alright!"

Yang Xun agreed to Xu Yue’s plea for help without any hesitation.

He hung up the phone, took a deep breath, and pushed open the door to the lounge.

After walking in, the first thing Yang Xun did was lock the door behind him. If Murong Wei or anyone else were to suddenly burst in, the situation would be impossible to explain.

Once the door was locked, he turned to look at Xu Yue and froze on the spot.

Xu Yue was sitting on the sofa, a thin, light gray blanket draped over her. It hung loosely around her, revealing one fair, jade-like shoulder, her collarbone clearly defined under the light.

Her clothes were folded neatly on the coffee table next to the sofa, obviously taken off when she had attempted the Meridian Fire-igniting Technique on her own.

The blanket only covered the core of her body. A pair of long, straight, beautiful legs extended out from under it, bare to the air. Her skin was so fair it was almost translucent, glowing with the soft, warm luster of porcelain under the lounge’s gentle lighting.

Her long, black hair was splayed messily over her shoulders, with a few stray strands clinging to her sweat-dampened temples.

Her stunning face was flushed, her eyes hazy, and her lips slightly parted as she breathed in short, erratic gasps.

She looked at once vulnerable and alluring.

GULP!

Yang Xun swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing violently. His breathing instantly grew much heavier.

Even though he had seen his fair share of beautiful women’s bodies recently, the sight of Xu Yue in this state still made his heart pound wildly.

’This is Xu Yue!’

’The ice queen who was like a goddess from the highest heavens, the CEO who never even gave me a second glance!’

Yet here she was, sitting before him wrapped in a blanket, her face crimson as she asked for his help.

Feeling Yang Xun’s searing gaze on her, Xu Yue’s body tensed slightly. She subconsciously pulled the blanket up a little higher, covering her shoulder again.

At this moment, her heart was a whirlwind of emotions.

Shame, embarrassment, helplessness, and anxiety all tangled together, bringing a rare look of panic to her usually placid face.

But the scorching fire of desire inside her was still burning wildly, making her whole body go limp. Her lower abdomen felt as if it were being roasted by a blazing flame, and the pain was unbearable.

’Treating this is what matters most!!’

Xu Yue took a deep breath, forcibly suppressed the wave of shyness rising within her, and looked up at Yang Xun. "Yang Xun," she asked softly, "what... what should I do next?"

Yang Xun quickly walked to the sofa and knelt beside Xu Yue, trying his best to keep his tone calm. "Just lie down on the sofa."

Without hesitation, Xu Yue slowly turned and lay down.

The blanket, wrapped around her body, barely concealed her vital parts, but her long, fair legs were still exposed. Due to the heat raging inside her, her legs kept rubbing against each other, her toes curling unconsciously. Her face was a mask of agony.

"Relax," Yang Xun’s voice was gentle, carrying a reassuring strength. "You’ll feel better in a moment."

After speaking, he reached out his right hand and gently placed it on Xu Yue’s chest.

Even through the blanket, the astonishing softness was clearly transmitted to his palm.

They were full, scorching hot, and firm—even bigger than he had imagined. His palm couldn’t cover one completely.

"Wh-what are you doing!"

Xu Yue’s whole body trembled as if shocked by electricity. Her eyes flew open, wide with shame and panic.

This was the first time in her life a man had ever touched her there.

In over twenty years, no man had ever touched her body.

Even Yang Xun, her husband in name, had never had any physical contact with her in their two years of marriage.

And now, his hand was pressing firmly against her chest...

"How am I supposed to satisfy your needs if I don’t touch you?"

Yang Xun said with a wry smile, his tone surprisingly frank.

"You..."

Xu Yue opened her mouth, wanting to argue, but swallowed her words.

’He’s right.’

’When she... took care of it herself, didn’t she touch herself like this?’

’It’s just that her own hand and a man’s hand felt completely different.’

’Besides, the man in front of her was her legal husband, the one she’d signed the papers with.’

The thought offered Xu Yue a sliver of psychological comfort.

After a few seconds of silence, Xu Yue gave a slight nod, then closed her eyes, no longer looking at Yang Xun.

Seeing her tacit approval, Yang Xun no longer hesitated. His hand began to roam slowly over her body.

Even through the blanket, the heat of his palm still seeped through the thin fabric, bit by bit, into Xu Yue’s skin.

From her chest to her waist, from her waist to her lower abdomen, every knead and press was accompanied by a thread of extremely fine True Qi that stimulated the acupoints on the surface of her body.

’It felt good.’

’Incredibly good!’

’So, so much better than touching herself!’

Xu Yue felt as if Yang Xun’s hand possessed a magical quality. With every press, the scorching flame inside her receded a little, replaced by a warm, tingling numbness that spread outward from the point of contact.

Gradually, Xu Yue’s tense body began to relax, and the deep furrow in her brow eased slightly.

"Mmm... hn~~"

A barely audible moan escaped from between Xu Yue’s tightly clenched lips.

The sound was like a feather, lightly tickling Yang Xun’s heart.

Seeing Xu Yue gradually sinking into the sensations, Yang Xun didn’t hesitate. He slipped his right hand under the edge of the blanket, his palm landing directly on her smooth, delicate thigh.

The moment his fingertips touched her skin, Xu Yue’s body shivered, but she neither opened her eyes nor tried to stop him.

Yang Xun’s palm glided upwards against her skin, which was as smooth as the finest silk.

From her knee, to her mid-thigh, and then to her inner thigh...

"D-do you need to touch... there?"

Xu Yue finally couldn’t help but open her eyes. They were misty with unshed tears, her cheeks burning red as she looked at Yang Xun with a trembling voice.

Yang Xun met her gaze and nodded seriously. "Yes. To satisfy your needs, I have to touch you here."

"Then... then don’t put it in..."

Halfway through her sentence, Xu Yue suddenly fell silent.

Because she was a "stone woman," it was impossible to put anything inside; it could only be on the outside.

At this thought, her heart felt as if it had been pricked by a needle. She sighed in resignation, a flash of unconcealable bitterness in her eyes, and then closed them once more.

SIGH!!

Seeing her reaction, Yang Xun naturally knew what she was thinking. His heart ached for her, and he sighed softly but said nothing more.

The next moment, his hand continued its upward journey, crossing that final line of defense and finally touching Xu Yue’s most private place...