Chapter 135: Disinfection

"AHHH!!!"

A blood-curdling scream tore from Yang Xun’s throat. He shot up from his chair as if electrocuted, both hands clamped tightly over his crotch. His face was a mask of utter agony, and large beads of sweat instantly broke out on his forehead.

Even though he was a Cultivator with a physique far beyond that of an ordinary person, that particular area was just too fragile!

The scalding chicken soup had poured directly onto it. The searing pain was like a thousand needles stabbing him at once, making his entire body tremble.

"Xiaoxun!! Are you okay?!"

Chen Xiafang’s face went deathly pale. She paid no mind to the shattered bowl on the floor, completely panicked and at a loss. Her hands flailed in the air, unsure where to go, her face a mixture of self-blame and terror.

"Hiss... I’m... I’m fine..."

Yang Xun gritted his teeth and tried to circulate the Yin Yang Dragon and Phoenix Technique, guiding his True Qi to the injured area to begin repairs.

However, the tearing, burning sensation was so intense that he couldn’t concentrate at all. The moment his True Qi began to gather, it would instantly dissipate, making it impossible to circulate properly.

’Damn it! It hurts too much!’

Sweat poured down Yang Xun’s forehead like pearls from a broken string. His face was contorted in pain, and he instinctively clamped his legs together, crouching on the floor, motionless.

"Quick... quickly take off your pants, let me see!"

Chen Xiafang knelt in front of Yang Xun, her almond-shaped eyes filled with anxiety and guilt. Her voice trembled.

Her heart felt as if it had been viciously squeezed.

This was her daughter’s man!

Just last night, she had personally witnessed the scene between Mi Ting and Yang Xun. If her mistake had permanently damaged Yang Xun down there, how could she ever face her daughter?

’My daughter would probably hate me for the rest of her life!’

"It’s fine, Ms. Chen, I’m okay!"

Yang Xun forced himself to endure the intense pain and waved his hand dismissively.

"Look at the state you’re in, and you still say you’re fine!"

Chen Xiafang was so anxious her eyes turned red. Her tone was firm and left no room for refusal. "Take them off now, let me see!"

Before Yang Xun could refuse again, Chen Xiafang’s hands were already on his waistband. Her fingers flew as she unbuckled his belt, pulled down the zipper, and peeled off the soup-soaked shorts and underwear together.

Yang Xun opened his mouth to protest, but the sharp pain left him completely sapped of strength. He could only let Chen Xiafang do as she pleased.

The pants were pulled down to his ankles.

When Chen Xiafang saw the state of Yang Xun’s impressive member, the guilt on her face instantly deepened to its utmost limit.

The once majestic and powerful area was now red and swollen, its surface an alarming shade of crimson. It was clear it had been badly scalded by the boiling soup.

’I wonder... if it’s been permanently damaged.’

Chen Xiafang’s heart twisted into a knot. If it was truly damaged, she would never be able to forgive herself.

"It’s okay, Ms. Chen. Let’s just eat first. It’ll be better in a little while."

Yang Xun took a deep breath, trying his best to make his tone sound calm.

He knew that as a Cultivator, his body was protected by True Qi. It wouldn’t be permanently damaged. Once the pain subsided, his True Qi would be able to slowly heal the injury.

"How could you possibly be fine!"

But there was no way Chen Xiafang would believe him. She stomped her foot anxiously, her almond-shaped eyes fixed on Yang Xun’s swollen area. "Look how swollen it is now!" she said, her face full of distress. "It must be serious! We need to disinfect it right away. What if it gets infected?"

Yang Xun gave a helpless, bitter smile. "I guess disinfecting it is an option. Do we have any antiseptic at home?"

Chen Xiafang froze for a moment. Her mind raced for a few seconds before she looked troubled. "I don’t think... we actually have any antiseptic at home."

Yang Xun spread his hands and said with another pained smile, "Then let’s forget it. I don’t really need it disinfected anyway. In a little while, it’ll be..."

Before he could finish his sentence, Chen Xiafang suddenly did something Yang Xun never could have imagined.

She suddenly bent down, parted her full, sensual lips, and took his red, swollen injury directly into her mouth!

BOOM!!!

Yang Xun felt as if he had been struck by a bolt of lightning. His mind went completely blank, his face a picture of pure disbelief.

A warm, soft sensation spread from the area. Chen Xiafang’s tongue gently licked the swollen surface, her movements exceedingly gentle, as if she were handling a fragile treasure.

That moist, warm feeling actually caused the searing pain to subside considerably.

But at this moment, Yang Xun couldn’t care less about the pain. He was completely stunned!

"Ms. Chen, what are you doing?!"

The next second, Yang Xun snapped back to his senses. He immediately placed his hands on Chen Xiafang’s shoulders and pushed her away.

Chen Xiafang lifted her head, her almond-shaped eyes looking straight at Yang Xun. Her expression was frank and serious, and a trace of moisture glistened at the corner of her mouth.

"Xiaoxun, I’m disinfecting it for you."

"Disinfecting??"

Yang Xun was utterly baffled, his mind a complete mess. He had no idea what Chen Xiafang meant.

Chen Xiafang explained as if it were the most natural thing in the world, "Xiaoxun, I heard once that saliva contains lysozyme, which can kill germs and disinfect things. Since we don’t have any antiseptic at home, this is the only way. We can’t just leave your wound unattended, can we?"

"This... Will this even work?"

Yang Xun was completely bewildered. He had studied the Rejuvenation Medical Scripture and knew that saliva did indeed contain certain antibacterial components, but this method of disinfection was just too... too outrageous, wasn’t it?

"Of course it will!"

Chen Xiafang gave a faint smile, her almond-shaped eyes filled with gentleness and concern. Her tone was certain. "When I was little and cut my finger, my mom would suck on it for me, and it never got infected. You have a burn here, so the principle is the same."

With that, she bent down again, parted her small mouth, and gently took it inside...