Chapter 293 - 291: Burning with Desire

Xu Yue followed him through the door and closed it behind her. "Then why didn’t you stop her?"

"I couldn’t have stopped her. Besides, that’s her father. She can’t exactly sever ties with him for real." Yang Xun sat down on the sofa.

"That’s true." Xu Yue nodded, dropping the subject. Instead, she reached out and gently tugged at the corner of his shirt. Her voice softened, "I’m a little tired. I want to go back to my room and rest."

Yang Xun looked down at her. Xu Yue’s cheeks were indeed a bit pale, and there were faint dark circles under her eyes. She clearly hadn’t been sleeping well these past few days. He reached out, wrapped an arm around her shoulders, and scooped her up into his arms in one smooth motion.

Xu Yue let out a small gasp, but a smile curved her lips as she looped her arms around his neck. Pushing open the bedroom door, Yang Xun strode inside and gently laid her down on the bed.

Xu Yue gazed up at him. Under the dim, warm glow of the lights, her beautiful eyes shimmered with a thin layer of moisture, and a rosy flush spread across her delicate cheeks.

"What’s wrong?" Yang Xun sat down beside her. He reached out to feel her forehead, his gaze laced with concern.

Xu Yue bit her lip. Suddenly, she reached out and rested her hand gently on the back of his. Her fingers were noticeably hotter than usual, and her fingertips trembled ever so slightly.

"Yang Xun..." Her voice was barely a whisper, husky and seductive. "I think... I’m not feeling well again."

Yang Xun frowned slightly. He flipped his hand over to interlock his fingers with hers while pressing his other hand against her pulse. A sliver of True Qi threaded along her meridians and probed into her body. A moment later, his expression shifted.

The scorching heat inside Xu Yue was even more intense than it had been during the day. If the daytime heat was like spring ice just beginning to melt, it was now a pot of water on the verge of boiling over. That ball of fire surged and raced through her meridians, burning so fiercely that even her fingertips were scalding hot.

Yang Xun immediately channeled his True Qi into her body and asked softly, "Do you feel any better?"

Xu Yue shook her head, tears welling up in her beautiful eyes. "It’s so hot. It starts from deep inside my stomach. It’s unbearable."

Yang Xun looked at her flushed cheeks, knowing exactly what was happening to her. Although her Vaginismus had been cured, the withdrawal-like addiction symptoms persisted. The wave of lust that had been forcibly suppressed during the day was now rebounding with a vengeance.

"Lie down first. I’ll help you ease it," Yang Xun said, keeping his voice as steady as possible.

But Xu Yue shook her head. Her tear-filled eyes stared straight into his, and her voice carried an extreme, suppressed yearning. "I want you. Please, give it to me."

Images of Xu Qian and Yang Xun making love flashed through her mind—Xu Qian trembling in pleasure, moaning continuously. Closing her eyes, she imagined herself lying beneath Yang Xun, enjoying that same ultimate ecstasy.

Yang Xun swallowed hard as he met her pleading, dazed gaze. He did want to sleep with Xu Yue; after all, extracting the Snake Origin Qi was something that had to be done sooner or later. However, in her current physical condition, she wouldn’t be able to withstand the shock of having the Snake Origin Qi extracted. Furthermore, the addictive rebound was at its absolute peak. Her meridians were stretched thin and made far more fragile than usual by the scorching heat. If they recklessly had sex now, it would likely cause a massive drain on her Essence Qi and could even permanently impair her fertility.

"Yueyue, we can’t do it right now. Your body isn’t ready yet. Let’s wait a few more days," Yang Xun coaxed gently.

At those words, Xu Yue’s eyes instantly went red. Her voice was laced with grievance and confusion. "Why? Didn’t you say my illness was cured? I’m a real woman now. I can do it with you, but you refuse to touch me. Do you not like me?"

"Don’t let your imagination run wild. Of course I like you. Your illness is cured, but your body still needs time to recover." Yang Xun reached out and gently stroked her cheek, consoling her softly. "Do you think I don’t want to? But I can’t let you take that risk. In a few days, once the Essence Qi in your body stabilizes, we can do whatever you want."

Xu Yue’s tears finally spilled over. Biting her lip, she cried, "But I feel so awful right now. It’s so itchy!"

She felt as if ants were crawling all over her skin, and her entire body was overwhelmingly hot. This agonizing, burning torment made even breathing feel like a struggle.

"Yang Xun, hurry up and give it to me. I’ll make you feel good," Xu Yue pleaded through her tears, pushing herself up to throw herself into his arms. Her delicate body writhed against him, shedding tears of sheer desperation.

Watching her in such a state, Yang Xun felt a pang in his chest. But he knew perfectly well that this was absolutely not the right time. With a soft sigh, he quickly brought out his silver needles and murmured, "I’ll give you a few acupuncture needles first. You’ll feel better once you fall asleep."

Xu Yue looked at the cold gleam of the silver needles and nodded pitifully. Yang Xun rarely saw her display such vulnerability, and his heart melted entirely.

He pinched a silver needle between his fingers, channeling a trace of warm True Qi into the tip, and gently pierced the Neiguan Acupoint on the inside of her wrist. The second needle landed on the Zusanli on the outer side of her calf, and the third on the Middle Cavity Acupoint on her abdomen. Every needle was inserted with unhurried precision and calm mastery. The tails of the silver needles trembled slightly under the light, slowly channeling the True Qi Yang Xun had transferred into her meridians.

As the True Qi seeped in, the surging, scorching heat within Xu Yue began to dissipate. She had no idea which acupoints Yang Xun had stimulated, but her eyelids gradually grew heavy.

"Go to sleep," Yang Xun’s voice was low, carrying a reassuring, steady warmth.

Xu Yue’s eyelashes fluttered gently, and her red lips parted as a tidal wave of drowsiness washed over her. Her consciousness began to blur, and before long, she drifted off into a deep slumber.

Yang Xun sat by the bed for a while to ensure she was soundly asleep. He reached out to tuck the corners of her quilt in, then turned and walked out of the bedroom. The door clicked shut softly behind him.

Leaning his back against the wall, Yang Xun exhaled a long, heavy breath and rubbed his temples. He could still feel the ball of wicked fire that Xu Yue had ignited churning inside him. After all, he was a normal adult man. Having Xu Yue rub against him and listening to her provocative words had caused a visceral physical reaction long ago. He had only forced himself to hold back because he couldn’t bear to see her get hurt. Now, that suppressed fire was rebounding with fierce intensity, leaving his mouth dry and his body burning.

He stood in the hallway, about to head to the bathroom for a cold shower. But he had barely taken two steps when he saw Meng Qiaofei walking up the stairs at the other end of the corridor, holding a glass of water. She wore a lace nightgown, her long, raven-black hair cascading over her shoulders. She exuded the irresistible charm of a mature woman from head to toe.

Seeing Yang Xun standing in the hall, Meng Qiaofei paused. Her gaze landed on him, and upon noticing his aroused state, a faint blush crept onto her delicate, gentle face, spreading slowly from the tips of her ears down to her neck.

"Xiaoxun, why are you standing here? Is Yueyue asleep?"

"Yeah, she just fell asleep."

Yang Xun’s eyes drifted to her chest, and he felt the wicked fire in his body surge higher and higher.