Ye Qiu instantly realised that Su Luoying had drugged him.
If it were poison, he would have noticed immediately and been immune.
But what Su Luoying used wasn’t poison—it was an aphrodisiac.
To put it bluntly…
(You know what I mean.)
And the effect was potent.
“Luoying, why go to such lengths?”
Before Ye Qiu could finish, Su Luoying’s lips sealed his.
“Don’t talk, love me~”
Su Luoying was determined to give herself to Ye Qiu, taking the lead.
But she was completely inexperienced, her movements clumsy. Yet, it was this inexperience that gave Ye Qiu a unique sensation.
Soon, Ye Qiu shifted from passive to active.
Their passion boiled like water.
Suddenly, Su Luoying paused, looking at Ye Qiu, biting her lip, filled with shyness and nerves.
“Wait, I, I need to prepare.”
Su Luoying took a deep breath, her face flushed, head lowered, long lashes trembling.
Ye Qiu’s mind recalled a certain scoundrel’s poem: the gentle dip of her head, like a lotus too delicate for the cool breeze.
No charm in the world could surpass this.
Ye Qiu lifted Su Luoying’s delicate chin, leaned down, and kissed her.
She responded eagerly.
Only when they were breathless did they part.
Then, Ye Qiu had Su Luoying sit on him, unabashedly admiring her jade-like skin.
He couldn’t help but marvel—what an exquisite beauty.
No wonder even an old creep like the Witch God had designs on her.
“Luoying, here I come.”
With the drug’s effect peaking, Ye Qiu cast aside tenderness and sounded the charge.
Time slipped away quietly.
After an unknown duration, Ye Qiu sensed a vast force surging from Su Luoying’s body into his, coursing through his meridians.
At the same time, his three strands of innate true qi flowed into her meridians, cycling endlessly.
Their bodies and souls merged as one, intertwined, inseparable.
The sensation was indescribable.
Moments later, Ye Qiu felt his physique advance rapidly, his muscles and skin growing extraordinarily tough, his body brimming with strength.
Not only that, his cultivation was soaring.
What was happening?
Shocked, Ye Qiu checked Su Luoying’s condition and found vitality emerging within her.
“Luoying, how do you feel?” He wanted to check if she felt any discomfort.
Misunderstanding, she replied in a mosquito-like voice, “Comfortable~”
Ye Qiu: “…”
With no choice, he assessed her condition himself.
Minutes later, he found his three strands of innate true qi, after circulating in her body, were now fiercely attacking her blocked ninth meridian.
Su Luoying had the Nine Yin Severed Meridians, born with nine blocked meridians. Eight had been cleared during Ye Qiu’s last treatment, leaving only the ninth.
He hadn’t expected his three strands of true qi to now frantically assault that final meridian.
What was going on?
Before he could figure it out, a massive suction force from Su Luoying’s body pulled all his energy into her meridians.
This energy merged, aiding the three strands of true qi to assault her ninth meridian.
After a quarter of an hour, with a boom, the ninth meridian was cleared.
Instantly, vibrant vitality surged within her.
Her body had healed.
“This works?”
Ye Qiu was dumbfounded.
“The old man didn’t lie. Being with Su Luoying really resolved her constitution issue.”
“Logically, only a Nine Yang body could counter Nine Yin Severed Meridians, but I’m not a Nine Yang body.”
“Why could I help her?”
“Could my own constitution be special too?”
Glancing at Su Luoying, he saw her brows furrowed, cheeks flushed, teeth biting her finger, soft sounds escaping her lips.
Their intimate connection was like a flame, burning brighter.
Half an hour later, Ye Qiu felt his cultivation surging.
Soon, thunderclouds gathered above the villa, an unsettling aura filling the air.
His heavenly tribulation was coming!
Ye Qiu forcibly suppressed his cultivation; it wasn’t the ideal time to face it. He had to hold back.
Time passed swiftly.
After a long while, Su Luoying rested her head on Ye Qiu’s shoulder, panting by his ear.
He lifted her and placed her on the soft, wide sofa.
Her cheeks glowed, her charm boundless.
A storm had passed.
Finally, the wind settled, the rain stopped.
Ye Qiu felt no fatigue—rather, he was refreshed and invigorated.
Su Luoying clung to him, her face pressed against his chest, her voice thick with emotion.
He felt a pang for the girl in his arms. In his fervor, he hadn’t considered her feelings.
“Luoying, I’m sorry…”
Before he could finish, her slender fingers pressed against his lips.
“Don’t apologise,” she said. “I did this willingly.”
“You don’t need to take responsibility, and I don’t expect you to.”
“Don’t feel burdened.”
“I just love you and wanted to give you my most precious thing. That’s all.”
Ye Qiu sighed inwardly. This silly girl was too pure.
Su Luoying said, “By the way, I felt something change in my body, like I have more strength now, as if a shackle binding me has been unlocked.”
Ye Qiu explained, “Your ninth meridian is cleared. In other words, your constitution issue is resolved. Your body is healthy now.”
What?
Su Luoying was stunned, then blushed, not expecting their intimacy to fix her condition.
Ye Qiu added, “Not only is your issue resolved, my cultivation has also grown significantly.”
She asked eagerly, “You mean this helps your cultivation?”
“Yes,” Ye Qiu confirmed.
Her eyes twinkled, and she climbed onto him, shyly saying, “I want to help you boost your cultivation more…”
