Chapter 68: Crawling into Sister Ting’s Bed at Midnight

BOOM!

Yang Xun lowered his head to look at the small bottle.

Inside the bottle was a milky-white, viscous liquid.

The moment he saw this, it was as if Yang Xun had been struck by lightning. He froze completely in place.

’This... Isn’t this my fucking tadpoles?!’

Yang Xun stared at the small bottle, an atomic bomb detonating in his mind, the mushroom cloud blasting right through the top of his skull.

He was all too familiar with that milky-white, viscous liquid!

’Isn’t this the stuff Mi Ting collected in a bottle in the bathroom that day?’

At the time, Mi Ting had said she was going to use it for "beauty," and he’d just assumed she was bored and wanted to try some folk remedy. He hadn’t given it a second thought.

And the result?

’This woman actually put my tadpoles in a bottle and had my own sister use it as "beauty milk"!!’

"..."

Yang Xun subconsciously turned his head, his gaze darting in Mi Ting’s direction.

However, the scene that greeted him made the corner of his mouth twitch violently.

He saw Mi Ting hunched over, tiptoeing away like a cat that had just gotten into mischief, stealthily slipping back into the house.

Her furtive appearance was a clear sign of an extremely guilty conscience!

"Sister Ting!!"

Yang Xun was about to call out to her, but he forced the words back down his throat.

Because Yang Cai was still standing in front of him, holding up the bottle with an expectant look on her face.

’I can’t let my little sister know!’

’Absolutely not!’

’If Yang Cai found out that the so-called "beauty milk" she’d been applying to her face every day was actually her own brother’s tadpoles...’

’The sky would fall!!’

Yang Xun took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the turmoil of emotions inside him. He squeezed out a smile that was uglier than a grimace and said, "Cai Cai, this stuff... your brother doesn’t need it. A man’s skin is rough; it wouldn’t have any effect."

"Oh, that’s true!"

Yang Cai nodded obediently, put the bottle away, and skipped back into the house.

Yang Xun stood rooted to the spot, watching his sister’s retreating back, the corner of his mouth twitching for a full thirty seconds.

...

After getting Yang Cai settled in for the night, Yang Xun returned to his storage room and tossed and turned in bed for a while.

His mind was filled with the image of that small bottle, an image he just couldn’t shake.

’This won’t do!’

’I have to get to the bottom of this!’

In the dead of night, the courtyard was silent. Everyone was already asleep.

Yang Xun tiptoed to Mi Ting’s door. He reached out and gently twisted the knob, but it didn’t budge.

’Just as I thought. This woman knew I’d come to settle the score and locked the door from the inside.’

’Heh, you think you can lock me out?’

A slight smirk played on Yang Xun’s lips. He lightly placed his right index finger on the keyhole, and a wisp of True Qi flowed in like a gentle stream.

The True Qi precisely permeated the gaps in the lock cylinder and gave it a light nudge.

"CLICK!"

The lock clicked open, soundlessly.

Yang Xun pushed the door open, slipped inside, and locked it behind him.

"Who’s there?!"

Mi Ting, who had been curled up under the covers pretending to be asleep, shot up at the sound, her almond-shaped eyes wide.

When she saw it was Yang Xun, she froze. She clearly remembered locking the door from the inside. How did this guy get in?

"You... How did you get in? I definitely locked the door..."

Before she could finish her sentence, Yang Xun had already pounced onto the bed like a fierce tiger, planting his hands on either side of her and pinning her firmly beneath him.

"Mi Ting!"

Yang Xun stared directly into her eyes and demanded, "Tell me the truth. What’s the deal with that beauty milk my sister is using on her face?"

"Wha... What beauty milk?"

Mi Ting blinked her almond-shaped eyes, her face a mask of innocence. "I don’t know what you’re talking about..."

"Still pretending?"

Yang Xun snorted coldly. Without hesitation, his right hand dove under the covers, his fingertips landing precisely on Mi Ting’s most sensitive spot.

At the same time, a wisp of True Qi seeped out from his fingertips.

"Ngh—ah!!"

Mi Ting’s whole body trembled violently. She subconsciously gripped Yang Xun’s arm as her almond-shaped eyes instantly misted over.

Yang Xun’s fingers slowly kneaded, the True Qi continuously permeating her and amplifying her sensitivity several times over.

"Are you going to talk or not?"

"I... I really don’t know... Ah... don’t..."

Seeing that she was still playing dumb, Yang Xun wasted no more words and increased the output of his True Qi.

"Hnngh~~"

Mi Ting’s body arched as if she’d been electrocuted. Her legs involuntarily clamped down on Yang Xun’s hand as she gasped for breath.

The itchy, tingling, and unbearable sensation was like millions of ants crawling deep inside her body, causing her rationality to crumble bit by bit.

"Spit it out!"

"I’ll talk... I’ll talk, okay?!"

Mi Ting finally couldn’t take it anymore. She shoved Yang Xun’s hand away and sat up, her face flushed red, panting as she said, "You... you stop... I’ll confess everything!"

Yang Xun retracted his hand and sat cross-legged on the bed, looking at Mi Ting with a stern expression.

Mi Ting bit her lip and lowered her head, her voice as quiet as a mosquito’s buzz. "That night... the time you came on my face... Cai Cai suddenly burst in and saw what was on me. I had no choice but to say it was beauty milk..."

"And then?"

"And then... Cai Cai smeared your tadpoles on her own face... The next morning, her skin had actually gotten better..."

Mi Ting looked up, her almond-shaped eyes full of sincerity. "Xiaoxun, I just wanted to make Cai Cai happy at first. You know her skin got really bad because of the chemotherapy, and she was miserable all day. Being in a bad mood is no help at all for her recovery."

"But after using your tadpoles, her skin really did get fairer and softer. Her whole disposition changed. She started smiling more, and she’s willing to go out now. This is a huge help for her recovery!"

Hearing this, Yang Xun fell silent.

He had to admit, Mi Ting had a point.

His sister’s spirits really had improved a lot these past few days. Today, she had even taken the initiative to go out shopping.

For a cancer patient, their mindset and emotional state have a massive impact on their condition.

Besides, the reason his tadpoles had a beautifying effect was most likely because of the True Qi in his body.

The essence of a Cultivator contains trace amounts of True Qi. When applied to the skin, it would naturally produce effects unimaginable to ordinary people.

Thinking of this, Yang Xun secretly nodded, feeling much more relieved.

Although the whole affair sounded absolutely absurd, looking at the results, it really did have a positive effect on his sister’s physical and mental recovery.

"Alright, I get it."

Yang Xun sighed, looked at Mi Ting, and said seriously, "But we absolutely cannot let my sister know the truth about this. Otherwise..."

"I know!"

Mi Ting nodded repeatedly, shaking her head like a rattle. "I’m not an idiot! I’ll take this secret to my grave before I ever say a word!"

"Good."

Yang Xun nodded, got up from the bed, and prepared to leave.

However!

Just as he put one foot on the floor, a small, soft hand suddenly reached out from behind and tightly grabbed the corner of his shirt.

"Wait..."

Yang Xun looked back.

He saw Mi Ting kneeling on the bed, her jet-black hair spilling over her shoulders. Her watery, almond-shaped eyes held an indescribable allure as she lightly bit her lower lip and shot him a soul-stealing, coquettish glance.

"Xiaoxun... Cai Cai’s bottle of tadpoles is almost empty."

Mi Ting’s voice was impossibly soft and sweet as her slender fingers hooked the corner of Yang Xun’s shirt, pulling him back bit by bit.

"I have to... get some more for her..."