Volume 3, Chapter 313 – Someone Is Going Through It!

Bu Lianshuang worked her dry throat and sent a voice transmission to Lu Zhuxin.

“But, fox young miss, your voice just now sounded strange…”

“Are you hurt?”

“I know a little about treatment and detoxification. Would you like me to come take a look?”

“Shut up!” Lu Zhuxin snapped, irritated. “Stuff those dog ears of yours, and then get lost!”

“Don’t make me hate you!”

Bu Lianshuang felt a cold, stinging ache in her chest.

A sourness welled up from her heart and climbed to the bridge of her nose. Her eyes blurred as if veiled in mist.

She leaned against the door panel and slid helplessly down to sit on the floor.

Inside the room, Lu Zhuxin heard the silence fall outside and let out a quiet breath of relief.

She had genuinely been a little worried that this little she-wolf might do something rash.

Good. Good.

A well-behaved dog was a good dog.

Right as Lu Zhuxin was quietly praising Bu Lianshuang in her head, a faint current ran through the acupoints across her body once more.

“ Hiss! “

Lu Zhuxin’s body went rigid, and a low, uncontrolled sound escaped her lips.

She was raging inwardly.

Again?! Had Chi Xiyan developed a taste for this?!

“I’m sorry, Little Xue’er. We were interrupted just now. To ensure the needling technique stays effective, it’s best to do another pass.”

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Chi Xiyan’s slightly apologetic voice reached Lu Zhuxin’s ears.

Lu Zhuxin couldn’t see a thing with the veil over her eyes, but she still couldn’t help rolling them.

How very courteous of you, shocking me and apologizing at the same time.

Am I supposed to say back to you: it’s fine, I’m not upset with you?

Hold on…

Why was this girl explaining herself so much while talking to no one?

In her eyes, I should have already lost consciousness by now.

Lu Zhuxin suddenly thought of something, and a peculiar feeling stirred in her chest.

She wasn’t explaining it to me. She was explaining it to herself.

Lu Zhuxin recalled the character setting she had written for Chi Xiyan in the original story.

In the original, this ordinarily cool and rational girl had a deep need to be in control of everything around her.

And in this particular kind of story, that need for control found a great deal of expression in the bedroom.

The Medical Immortal Valley’s needling technique could stimulate a person’s body and manipulate their desires.

Chi Xiyan enjoyed that feeling. Even in bed, she liked to be the one leading.

Outside the bedroom, she could be the swift and decisive head of the Chi family, or the gentle and gracious partner quietly supporting the heaven-mandated male lead from behind. But in the bedroom, she was without question a queen who rode into battle with her blade drawn, commanding the field.

She liked controlling the other person’s movements. Controlling their senses. Controlling everything about them.

Making her partner, under her control, produce exactly the reactions she wanted.

That thought made Lu Zhuxin unconsciously swallow.

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Going by the timeline, the Chi Xiyan of right now had no experience with any of this. She was still completely new to it!

But just now, the act of using the silver needles to stimulate sensation seemed to have awoken something extraordinary in this girl ahead of schedule.

She herself hadn’t realized it yet. The apology just now was more like her rationalizing the legitimacy of her own actions to herself.

Lu Zhuxin was beginning to reflect on whether throwing herself into the lion’s den tonight had been a little short-sighted.

She was not the heaven-mandated male lead from the original story. She didn’t have a sword cultivator’s thick-skinned, indestructible constitution either.

What a mess!

If this girl really had awakened those particular gifts that heroines in this kind of story possessed, then tonight was going to be absolute suffering!

Just as Lu Zhuxin was crying out in misery inside her own head, she suddenly felt a weight press down on her.

Chi Xiyan had lowered herself on top of her.

Lu Zhuxin squeezed her eyes shut, and her bound hands instinctively clenched.

She was suppressing the ice and fire warring inside her, tense as a condemned criminal waiting to be marched to the execution ground.

But unlike Lu Zhuxin’s anxiety, Chi Xiyan’s movements stayed unhurried throughout.

She was like a patient fisherman, gently working her fingers to tend to the fish she had just caught.

An icy, hard sensation grazed lightly across Lu Zhuxin’s skin, sending a tremor through her heart.

Good grief!

This girl hadn’t trimmed her nails!

No no no! This absolutely would not do! This was going to be absolute agony!!

Lu Zhuxin couldn’t hold back her indignation.

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Compared to Chi Xiyan, Song Shiyuan had been practically gifted by nature, a natural from the moment she hit the bed!

Chi Xiyan was a blank page, and she was scribbling all over it herself, getting more and more off track with every stroke!

With each of her movements, Lu Zhuxin began to shift restlessly on the bed.

But she was completely pinned down by Chi Xiyan now, with little room to resist.

Her struggling at this moment was, to Chi Xiyan, no different from a pitiful little kitten pawing at her heartstrings with its tiny, fuzzy claws.

Lu Zhuxin heard the breathing near her ear grow noticeably heavier.

Oh no. Her struggling had gotten this girl worked up!

Lu Zhuxin had a feeling Chi Xiyan was heading further and further down the wrong path.

True to her suspicion, Chi Xiyan’s movements suddenly turned a shade rougher.

One arm wrapped around Lu Zhuxin’s waist, and warm lips pressed to her lower abdomen.

Lu Zhuxin trembled faintly. That soft warmth carried with it a dull sting.

With her eyes covered and her sight stripped away, she was starting to lose track of whether the person on top of her was Chi Xiyan or Bu Lianshuang.

But this was only just the beginning.

Perhaps certain that Lu Zhuxin had lost herself to the heat, Chi Xiyan’s movements grew bolder.

She felt as though she had thrown open the door to an entirely new world.

In that moment, things like social decorum, propriety, shame. Every last one of them was cast to the back of her mind.

Creak. Creak.

Lu Zhuxin felt as though she were adrift on a small river. Beneath her was a bamboo raft that creaked without stop.

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Chi Xiyan was the ferryman, pushing her craft along with a long pole in hand.

The tip of the pole slapped at the water’s surface, sending ripple after ripple spreading outward.

She leaned into it, driving the pole against the current, parting the flow, plunging deep into the muddy riverbed below.

The raft swayed. And along with it, so did Lu Zhuxin’s consciousness.

All she could do was let herself be carried along with the current.

As the raft surged into the rapids, fine beads of sweat rose on Chi Xiyan’s face too.

Even with a sword cultivator’s strong constitution, she was beginning to feel the strain.

Lu Zhuxin, drifting along with the current, hummed contentedly to herself, unaware of time passing.

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Outside the door, Bu Lianshuang sat on the floor with her back against it.

She raised her hands to cover her ears, trying hard not to let herself register those sounds coming through the wood.

The wolf clan’s hearing was every bit as sharp as their sense of smell.

But this was the first time Bu Lianshuang had ever hated her own hearing so bitterly.

Why, even through a single door panel, could she hear it all so clearly?

Why did she have to go through something like this?

Right now, Bu Lianshuang was sorely tempted to drive herself deaf on the spot, so she would never again have to hear sounds she had absolutely no desire to hear.

Tears fell, one drop at a time.

Bu Lianshuang was like a wounded little dog, locked out by its owner, able only to curl up pitifully in the corner.