Read Novel Full Chapter 1272: A Beautiful Accident
Seeing Li Yuanzhi no longer looking their way, Chen Yuanyuan whispered to Song Qingshu, blushing, “Don’t you dare tell anyone about what happened today!”
A peculiar smile crossed Song Qingshu’s face. “Not even Ah Ke?”
“Especially not her!” Chen Yuanyuan grew flustered.
Seeing the girlish expression that accidentally appeared on her face in her panic, Song Qingshu smiled. “Since you don’t want me to tell, I won’t.”
Catching the strange undercurrent in his words, Chen Yuanyuan’s heart skipped a beat. She quickly lowered her head, not daring to meet his eyes. But this only amplified her b0dily sensations.
As if a red-hot iron were pressed against her there, her voice began to tremble: “How much longer will this take?”
“Almost done.” Song Qingshu sent waves of true qi carefully toward her Huiyin point. Since Chen Yuanyuan wasn’t a martial artist and her acupoints were unopened, he didn’t dare take risks and carefully controlled the intensity—so it took longer than expected.
This, however, tormented Chen Yuanyuan. Her b0dy was already highly sensitive, and with his true qi continuously stimulating her, she soon went rigid.
Song Qingshu was carefully controlling the qi when, without warning, Chen Yuanyuan’s firm, shapely th!ghs clamped tightly around his hand. Then she threw herself against him and bit down hard on his shoulder.
“Hiss—” Song Qingshu sucked in a breath. *She really bites hard! I only poked her a few times—was that really necessary?*
His soft spot for beautiful w0men ultimately won out—he didn’t use his inner power to shake her off, simply letting her bite.
“Brother Song, guards are coming this way!” Li Yuanzhi’s alarmed cry came from the door.
At those words, Chen Yuanyuan trembled even more violently, her th!ghs clamping down tighter—and then…
“Ugh..nggh~”
Song Qingshu felt a large patch of slippery wetness on his hand.
“Uh—” He’d never expected Chen Yuanyuan’s b0dy to be so sensitive.
Chen Yuanyuan was now shuddering all over, burying her face in his chest, refusing to look up.
“Brother Song, Brother Song—” Li Yuanzhi rushed over in a panic.
Song Qingshu calmly pulled the blanket over Chen Yuanyuan to hide the awkward scene, then asked evenly, “How many are there?”
“A lot, I think,” Li Yuanzhi said, thinking back. “They seem to be searching house by house.”
Song Qingshu nodded. “Probably because of the commotion I caused earlier—the palace guards are doing a sweep.”
“Is her treatment done?” Li Yuanzhi craned her neck to look at Chen Yuanyuan, but with her back turned, she couldn’t see much.
“Not yet—I’ve only opened her Governing Vessel. The Conception Vessel, Yinwei, Yangwei, and Daidai meridians still need work.”
Chen Yuanyuan’s b0dy clearly stiffened at the news.
“Should we find somewhere to hide?” Li Yuanzhi said anxiously—the sounds of searching were getting closer.
“No,” Song Qingshu shook his head. “If the One-Yang Finger treatment is interrupted midway, the injured person’s meridians will reverse. Not even a Golden Immortal could save them.”
“Then what do we do?” Li Yuanzhi stamped her foot, nearly in tears.
“Get under the covers and pretend to rest.” Song Qingshu, however, seemed calm and collected.
Li Yuanzhi’s eyes lit up as she instantly understood. She jumped onto the bed and was about to crawl under the blanket when Song Qingshu said, “Take off your outer robe.”
“Huh?” She didn’t catch his meaning.
“The imperial guards aren’t stupid. If you’re fully dressed under the covers, anyone would know something’s wrong,” Song Qingshu explained.
“Oh—” Li Yuanzhi nodded and quickly shed her outer robe. Since Song Qingshu was her lover and they’d already been intimate, she had no qualms undressing before him.
“Scoot over—you’re too close. It’ll look suspicious.” Once under the covers, Li Yuanzhi found Chen Yuanyuan pressed too tightly against her and instinctively pushed her.
Caught off guard, Chen Yuanyuan squirmed—and then her eyes went wide, a saccharine sweet m0an escaping her throat.
Li Yuanzhi frowned, rolling her eyes inwardly. *A little push and she m0ans like that? No wonder all the men call her a calamitous beauty.*
Song Qingshu was equally dumbfounded. He’d just been about to withdraw his finger from Chen Yuanyuan’s Huiyin point after completing the work, but then her b0dy twisted, and with his hand already slick, his finger slipped—and slid straight into that heavenly crevice.
“Nghhh!”
“Uh—” Song Qingshu wanted to explain, but had no idea how.
Chen Yuanyuan was on the verge of tears. First he’d made her b0dy so sensitive with his acupoint pressing, which was embarrassing enough. But this—she’d been devoutly cultivating for years, preserving her chastity like jade—and all those years of resolve had been broken in such a ridiculous way.
She opened her mouth, but found she had no idea how to blame him. He was only trying to heal her. And besides, it was her own legs that had clamped down, preventing him from withdrawing, and then her own movement that had caused… that. The more she thought about it, the redder she became, until she nearly cried—*Does he think I did this on purpose to seduce him?*
Song Qingshu cleared his throat, breaking the awkwardness: “I’ll open your Yinwei Meridian now.”
“Mm—” Chen Yuanyuan’s reply was barely audible. Noticing he didn’t mention what had just happened, she realized he was deliberately sparing her embarrassment. She felt both mortified and grateful.
“The Yinwei Meridian starts from the inner th!gh, runs up to the abdomen, joins the Foot Taiyin Meridian, passes through the chest, and meets the Conception Vessel at the neck.” Song Qingshu felt he should warn her in advance, to prevent another shock.
“Mm—” Chen Yuanyuan mumbled vaguely. *I’ve already experienced the most embarrassing thing possible—what more could be worse?*
Soon she felt a hand on her inner th!gh, moving and searching. She didn’t overthink this time, realizing that under the blanket he couldn’t see clearly and was locating the acupoints.
But logic was one thing; her body’s response was another. Chen Yuanyuan had always gone weak at any man’s t0uch, and it had been years since anyone had t0uched her. Now a handsome, virile man was holding her, care$sing her most sensitive places—her eyes grew gradually dazed, nearly dripping with moisture.
*Chen Yuanyuan, Chen Yuanyuan—how can you be so shameless? He’s so much younger than you, and your daughter’s relationship with him is far from ordinary.* She bit her red lip hard and began reciting the Buddhist scriptures she’d studied over the years, trying to calm her fiery, restless heart.
To her relief, Song Qingshu finally found the right acupoints, his fingers moving up to her abd0men.
She’d just let out a breath of relief when something felt wrong. Her peach-blossom eyes flew wide open—she suddenly realized that Song Qingshu was now using his other hand to treat her, while that first hand…his f!nger, was still where it had been, still inside her!