“No need. I can manage on my own.”
Yun Xiu shook her head stubbornly. She gently pushed away Yan Zhen’s supporting arm and resumed her cross-legged meditation pose with her eyes closed.
But with her acupoints sealed, her limbs felt limp and powerless, and her injuries were far from minor. In particular, the claw marks on her chest and ribs were still oozing blood, and the pain made it impossible for her to sit steadily.
She hadn’t even begun circulating her energy when Yun Xiu’s body lost its balance. After swaying for a moment, she toppled backward once more, like a delicate flower too fragile for the world’s brilliance.
“Fairy Sister!”
Yan Zhen hurriedly reached out with his arm and caught her. The fragrance of her hair overwhelmed the metallic scent of blood, teasing the young man’s senses.
“Mm~”
As she fell into Yan Zhen’s embrace, Yun Xiu let out a soft, alluring moan. Her originally pale face suddenly flushed with color.
She bit her lip as if enduring something with great effort. A hint of resentment and shyness flickered across her expression. In a weak voice, she said, “Y-You… let go of me.”
Yan Zhen felt a headache coming on. The Yun Xiu from the script wasn’t this stubborn. Sure, she had that icy demeanor, but she was even easier to talk to than Jiu Youyue.
They’d both been stripped bare for treatment in the story. Jiu Youyue had woken up ready to kill him at first sight, and it had taken ages of explanation to dispel her suspicions and earn her trust. Yun Xiu, on the other hand, had politely thanked him after his explanations, without a shred of doubt that he might have taken advantage of her during the process. She’d even smiled and said she believed he was a good kid.
But now she was being stubborn as a mule.
“Fairy Sister, since you can barely move your arms and legs, just let me apply the medicine for you. Don’t push yourself,” Yan Zhen said with a frown, a touch of displeasure in his tone. “Your wounds are serious. If we delay any longer, they’ll worsen quickly, and recovery will be even harder.”
“B-But… men and women shouldn’t be so intimate…”
She was still spouting such outdated nonsense!
“Desperate times call for desperate measures. Don’t worry—I’ll try not to look or touch anywhere else.”
Yun Xiu turned her face away and murmured softly, “I mean… your hand.”
Yan Zhen blinked in confusion. “What about my hand?”
Jiu Youyue, bundled up in her blanket, burst into hearty laughter. “You idiot Little Zhen Zhen, your paw is grabbing my senior sister’s big tits!”
Ah? Yan Zhen looked down closely and realized that the arm he’d used to hold Yun Xiu had slipped under her armpit, his fingers cupping one full breast. He flushed with embarrassment and immediately apologized. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to. I was just moving fast a second ago… I really wasn’t trying to take advantage of you, Fairy Sister. Believe me.”
The sensitive swell of her breast gripped in Yan Zhen’s hand sent waves of unfamiliar pleasure through Yun Xiu, making her delicate frame tremble slightly. She didn’t dare face him directly.
“I believe you… so let go. Now.”
“Oh, right! I-I’ll put you down now.”
Yan Zhen gently lowered Yun Xiu onto the stone platform and withdrew his hand. Then he pulled a pillow from his storage ring and tucked it under her head.
Yun Xiu let out a quiet sigh of relief, though a faint blush lingered on her cheeks.
The first time Yan Zhen had groped her like that had been in their previous life, when both of them had fallen victim to the Evil Dragon Aphrodisiac Poison and lost control. That incident had revealed her weakness: her breasts. In their later intimate moments, she’d guarded them carefully, not wanting to show such an embarrassing side of herself to him.
Yet Yan Zhen always seemed like an obedient little puppy—until he got handsy. Then he turned domineering and greedy, wanting everything, taking everything, transforming into a bold little wolf dog. Not that she hated it.
At times, Yun Xiu even wondered: if she hadn’t been so fiercely protective of her chastity back then when she lost control, or if Yan Zhen had been a bit more forceful and claimed her and Jiu Youyue’s bodies… would they have had a happy ending?
“Can I apply the medicine now, Fairy Sister?” Yan Zhen asked again. “I promise I won’t do anything else to you.”
It looked like she couldn’t avoid it this time. Yun Xiu didn’t reply. She simply pressed her red lips together and closed her eyes, adopting a submissive posture as if yielding to his will.
Seeing her change in attitude, Yan Zhen smiled faintly and tested the waters. “Then I’ll start by removing your clothes, Fairy Sister.”
Yun Xiu kept her eyes shut and said nothing—clearly giving her tacit approval.
With her in such a state, Yan Zhen grew serious. He reached out to untie Yun Xiu’s belt.
In truth, the beast’s claws had already torn her belt nearly in two, so there was no need to fumble with the knot. A quick tug with his fingers snapped it free.
Unlike Jiu Youyue’s outfit, Yun Xiu’s white robes were quite conservative, covering her from head to toe.
But her figure was too voluptuous—rivaling even the Beautiful Female Master’s G-cup—to be fully concealed. They hugged her hourglass curves like a second skin.
Once the belt came off, the overlapping robes fell open, revealing a layer of translucent jade inner armor etched with cloud patterns around the collar.
This was the Cloud Luo Armor, a Fifth-Tier Mystic Artifact. It appeared hard but was as soft and jelly-like as could be, lightweight and thin, with the ability to deflect force—enough to dissipate nearly half the power of a Mystic King expert’s strike.
Without it, Yun Xiu’s injuries would have been far worse.
Yan Zhen removed the inner armor. Beneath it was a white tube top embroidered with peony flowers, wrapping tightly around her lofty, full breasts and squeezing out a deep valley of cleavage.
“I-I’m going to take off your tube top too.”
Yan Zhen swallowed hard. He reached around to Yun Xiu’s back, undid the ties, and slipped it off.
Now her upper body was completely exposed. Her skin, white enough to dazzle the eyes, filled Yan Zhen’s vision.
The faint chill of the cave air and the young man’s heated gaze quickly affected her sensitive peaks. Crimson tips rose proudly, like plum blossoms blooming in the snow.
“Mm…”
A surge of intense shame flooded her. Yun Xiu’s stunning face turned a deep crimson. Her tightly shut eyelids quivered, but she didn’t dare open them. Her lips pressed into a thin line, lest an unseemly sound escape.
Yan Zhen was momentarily stunned by the breathtaking sight, his heart pounding wildly as impure thoughts stirred.
Fortunately, he wasn’t some naive boy anymore. After the grand initiations from the Beautiful Female Master, Mentor Yu Xuan, the cousin sisters, Xian’er, and the good big sister with her servant—five women in all—he had built up some resistance.
He forced his gaze downward to the wounds beneath her breasts. Three vicious, ghastly claw marks came into view, filling him with heartache.
“I’m starting now, Fairy Sister. It might hurt a lot, so bear with it.”
Yun Xiu murmured a muffled assent, her face and ears burning red.
Yan Zhen steadied himself. He first rinsed the wounds clean with medicinal liquid, then heated a healing pill until it melted into a paste and applied it. Finally, he bandaged them up.
Since the injuries were along her lower ribs, bandaging required wrapping the cloth around her waist. Yan Zhen’s hands inevitably brushed against the undersides of her breasts, his knuckles grazing them teasingly—like scratching an itch through a boot—making the sensation maddening. Yun Xiu’s thighs pressed together involuntarily.
Yan Zhen, focused on the task, didn’t notice her reaction. Once finished, he exhaled in relief, pulled out another blanket, and draped it over her, hiding the crimson blooms atop her snowy peaks.
“The wounds are treated now. Just change the dressing daily, and you’ll be fully healed in about three days. How do you feel, Fairy Sister?”
