Many years ago, Luo Yujiao had thought her life had reached its fixed point, unlikely to change much. The end, she believed, was inevitable: one day she would die at the hands of Li Dapao. The facts proved her right; without Yang Feilong's intervention, it would have only been a matter of time!
The last time Yang Feilong healed her, he illuminated her seemingly dark and sunless life, and at the same time, forcefully broke into the sea of her heart.
These days, she often dreamed of Yang Feilong. She even once dreamed she was getting married, with Yang Feilong as her groom, and then they lived a blissful, unashamedly happy life together, even having a daughter named Luo Wenwen.
Therefore, Luo Yujiao's feelings for Yang Feilong were complex, encompassing gratitude and a certain indefinable emotion. In her twenty to thirty years of life, though Yang Feilong had been in her life for a short time, he occupied a significant portion of her heart, almost as much as her daughter Luo Wenwen.
Initially, while Yang Feilong was unconscious, Luo Yujiao passively accepted. However, as time went on, she began to take the initiative, engaging in playful banter with Yang Feilong. At this moment, she even forgot that Yang Feilong was still "ill."
At a certain point, when she realized Yang Feilong was becoming more forward, she wanted to refuse. But in the end, she sighed softly and did not stop him.
Under normal circumstances, she would never have considered this a normal treatment method. But Yang Feilong had repeatedly proven with his actions that his treatment methods deviated from the ordinary. For instance, her uremia – who would have thought a few needles could cure it? Her widespread skin necrosis – how could anyone imagine it healing with just a massage?
These instances all proved one thing: Yang Feilong's methods of healing and saving people were not constrained by convention, yet the results were far better than conventional methods.
Now, she didn't know how to save Yang Feilong, so she could only choose to go along with him, believing this might be the way to save him.
As for going to the hospital, it wasn't that she hadn't considered it. But she feared it would be ineffective and, worse, delay Yang Feilong's treatment. She felt Yang Feilong wasn't suffering from a normal illness; what kind of illness presented like this?
At this moment, everything happening to Yang Feilong was an unconscious action.
But when she saw the look of pain on Yang Feilong's face.
She stopped resisting.
"This scoundrel," a complex expression flashed across Luo Yujiao's flushed face.
...
There's a common saying: only a bull gets tired, the land never gets over-plowed.
Luo Yujiao found this saying not entirely accurate, because after two hours, she felt her body lighten, and her vision began to blur.
This symptom was similar to how she felt when she had attempted suicide and was close to death due to excessive blood loss.
"Am I going to die? But doing this shouldn't feel like this! Sigh, as expected, nothing concerning Feilong can be viewed with common sense. Fine, as long as it can save Feilong, death is death! After all, I owe him so much, and I don't know how to repay it. This way, I won't owe him anymore." A gentle smile appeared on Luo Yujiao's face, and she stroked his cheek with tenderness.
But soon, her hands fell limply.
Yang Feilong truly hadn't expected his seventh outbreak to occur at this time.
However, in the moment before he lost consciousness, he had a premonition. But he had no time to do anything, as his energy reserves were depleted. Not only was his true qi completely exhausted, but even a drop of his primordial blood was lost. One must know that a human body only contains a few drops of primordial blood!
But after an unknown period, Yang Feilong's consciousness returned.
Then, his expression changed drastically, because he realized his current actions were...
He then looked at Luo Yujiao, her face as pale as paper, appearing as if she could depart at any moment.
He didn't know what had happened before, but he could roughly imagine it, especially seeing the plum blossom-like bloodstains beneath them. He closed his eyes in pain, realizing he had committed such a despicable act in an unconscious state!
"Yujiao's condition is due to excessive loss of vital energy. Fortunately, I woke up early, otherwise, I would have harmed her." Amidst his pain, Yang Feilong felt a trace of relief.
He embraced Luo Yujiao and activated the complete version of the [Yin Yang Divine Skill].
Previously, he had activated it unconsciously, employing the Qi-gathering technique within the [Yin Yang Divine Skill], not the dual cultivation method. Dual cultivation offers many benefits, with both male and female partners receiving immense advantages. However, mere Qi-gathering can lead to the depletion of vital energy in the person being gathered from, potentially causing death.
Just like Luo Yujiao; at this moment, she was clearly on the brink of death due to excessive loss of vital energy.
*Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh*
As Yang Feilong channeled vital energy into Luo Yujiao, her body began to regain its rosy complexion. Soon, she regained consciousness and opened her eyes: "Am I dead?"
As soon as she finished speaking, she saw Yang Feilong looking at her with a complex expression of tenderness and guilt.
"You... are you alright?" Luo Yujiao's eyes were filled with immense joy as she touched Yang Feilong's face.
Yang Feilong looked at Luo Yujiao, his heart filled with pity, and said softly, "I'm sorry, I never intended for this to happen, I..."
"It's not your fault, I was willing..." Luo Yujiao blushed, unable to meet Yang Feilong's gaze, and finally let out a soft hum, her voice as faint as a mosquito's.
Yang Feilong looked at Luo Yujiao, sighing inwardly. He had anticipated such a day might come, but he never expected it to arrive so quickly, so unexpectedly, without any preparation!
Moreover, he worried about leaving a psychological scar on Luo Yujiao, as her heart was so fragile and sensitive.
Therefore, Yang Feilong proceeded to comfort Luo Yujiao with utmost tenderness.
And Luo Yujiao quickly surrendered under Yang Feilong's gentle offensive.
Of course, the main reason was that she also had Yang Feilong in her heart; otherwise, how could they have reached this point?
Following this.
Their intimacy was carried out in a state of mutual clarity.
Luo Yujiao had felt like she was dying earlier, but this time, with Yang Feilong conscious, she found that engaging in this act felt incredibly blissful, as if ascending to immortality.
Little did she know that earlier it had been Yang Feilong's unconscious Qi-gathering. She had just experienced that ordeal. But now, Yang Feilong had not only transferred his vital energy to her but had also used his true qi to heal her wounds.
Indeed, Yang Feilong's true qi had also recovered somewhat unconsciously due to the Qi-gathering.
Now, Luo Yujiao understood why so many couples enjoyed this act; it was simply too pleasurable.
She didn't realize that dual cultivation, compared to a normal state, amplified this pleasure.