Aunt Liu went to make dinner.
The grandmother and grandson sat in the house with Yang Feilong.
"Can my grandmother's illness be cured?" Qian Yeyu asked Yang Feilong softly.
Yang Feilong had already probed Qian Yeyu's grandmother's body with his divine sense. Hearing this, he nodded, "It can be cured."
Compared to diseases like heart disease, epilepsy, and breast cancer, diabetes and its complications were relatively easy to treat. He had refined a pill that was perfect for curing this illness.
"Taking this red pill will cure the diabetes. The main reason your grandmother has diabetes is the great pressure in her heart." Yang Feilong sighed, handed Qian Yeyu a pill bottle containing two pills, and said, "After taking this pill, and then another one, the complications will be eliminated, and even her body can be improved to a certain extent. But don't say it's from me, or the old lady will be suspicious."
"Really?" Qian Yeyu took the pill bottle and was overjoyed.
"Of course, there's no reason to lie to you." Yang Feilong shrugged. Of course, he also knew that Qian Yeyu wasn't doubting him, but was genuinely happy because her grandmother might be cured.
Seeing the pill her granddaughter Qian Yeyu handed her, her grandmother asked in surprise, "You said this medicine can cure my diabetes?"
"Yes, Feilong knew about your illness and specifically found an expert to get it for you," Qian Yeyu said with a smile, then winked playfully at Yang Feilong, "Hurry up and take it!"
"Alright, alright." Grandmother looked gratified.
Not long after taking the medicine, she felt much better. She used to walk unsteadily and needed support, but now she could walk on her own.
Aunt Liu finished cooking and was amazed to see this scene.
Qian Yeyu was also overjoyed to see this.
...
Night.
Yang Feilong lay in bed resting. He didn't cultivate tonight. Cultivation required periods of both exertion and rest. He had been cultivating with a partner recently, sometimes one-on-one, sometimes one-on-two, and sometimes one-on-three. His cultivation had reached a bottleneck, and it was difficult to break through in a short period. Since that was the case, he might as well relax.
As he relaxed, Yang Feilong faintly felt the bottleneck loosening.
Moreover, both his special abilities and his Qi cultivation showed signs of breakthrough.
Yang Feilong did not try to force a breakthrough, as the loosening was slight. A rash attempt would make it difficult to break through in one go. He just needed to let it happen naturally. In less than seven or eight days, or at most half a month, his cultivation would break through again.
Currently, his dual abilities were at the late stage of fifth tier, and his true Qi was at the late stage of fifth level of Qi refinement. Once he broke through, he would reach completion!
At that time, his strength would undoubtedly increase significantly.
Creak, the door was opened from the outside.
"Huh?" Yang Feilong's expression changed, and he looked towards the doorway. A pure and beautiful girl, dressed very scantily, walked in. Who else could it be but Qian Yeyu?
"Why are you here?" Yang Feilong raised an eyebrow.
"You saved my grandmother, and I want to repay you," Qian Yeyu said, blushing and lowering her head to untie the strap of her pajamas from her shoulder. With a rustle, her clothes fell, revealing a flawless, snow-white, and translucent body.
"You..." Yang Feilong saw this and quickly turned away, his heart pounding. His voice was stern and annoyed, "I don't need your repayment. Put your clothes back on and go back to your room."
But he didn't hear Qian Yeyu leave. Instead, he felt her footsteps approaching him.
"Teacher Yang, you looked at me just now, was my figure good?" Qian Yeyu asked softly, her voice trembling.
"What nonsense are you talking about? I didn't see a single hair," Yang Feilong said angrily.
"..." Qian Yeyu's voice was wistful, laced with shyness. "Teacher Yang has sharp eyes."
Yang Feilong: "..."
Yang Feilong was speechless. Was that what he meant? Wasn't he just trying to save her face? Did she have to spell it out so plainly?
"Teacher Yang, I don't just want to repay you. I like you too," Qian Yeyu whispered as she approached Yang Feilong, her voice incredibly gentle.
"Hey, I have a girlfriend." Yang Feilong could faintly feel Qian Yeyu's presence; she was less than half a meter away from him.
"I know, but I don't mind riding in the trunk of your car!" Qian Yeyu whispered softly next to Yang Feilong's ear.
Yang Feilong: "..."
At this moment, he couldn't help but recall what he had said when he first became a homeroom teacher not long ago. A girl had asked, "Teacher, do you mind if I have one more girlfriend?" He had jokingly replied, "I don't mind having one more," and then asked, "Do you mind riding in the trunk of my car?"
"Teacher Yang, are you going back on your word?" Qian Yeyu lightly stroked Yang Feilong's face with her finger.
"I was joking," Yang Feilong said helplessly, grabbing her hand that was playing on his face.
"But I took it seriously. I said I was unwilling back then. Didn't Teacher Yang hear me?" Qian Yeyu said playfully, then lightly kissed Yang Feilong's neck.
Yang Feilong: "..."
"We are teacher and student. This is not allowed." Yang Feilong took a deep breath and shook his head, refusing.
"Why not? It's a university, not high school. Universities don't prohibit teacher-student relationships," Qian Yeyu chuckled. "Besides, aren't Mia and Xiao Jingwen both your students and your girlfriends?"
Yang Feilong: "..."
Yang Feilong was surprised that Qian Yeyu knew this. He didn't know where the information came from, but he suspected that the two girls sometimes spoke carelessly, and Qian Yeyu, who was not lacking in shrewdness, overheard it by chance.
After all, there is an old saying: "When a person walks by the river, how can they not get their shoes wet."
This saying held a lot of truth.
The next moment, Yang Feilong felt the blanket turn cold, then hot. It turned out Qian Yeyu had crawled into the bed and was embracing him naked.
Yang Feilong could feel that Qian Yeyu's body was very tense. Clearly, her heart was not as calm as her words suggested.
"Do you really want this?" Yang Feilong sighed.
Qian Yeyu's face was full of confusion. She seemed not to understand. Wasn't she beautiful? Wasn't her body alluring? Why, even after she had physical contact with him, he didn't show much reaction?
Was he impotent? But if he was, how could he have so many girlfriends? How could he satisfy so many girlfriends?
Yang Feilong naturally sensed Qian Yeyu's bewilderment. He gave a wry smile and continued, "Do you want to take this opportunity when I'm about to possess you, and then kill me? Turn me into a philanderer?"
As soon as he said this, Qian Yeyu's body stiffened sharply. Her voice trembled as she asked, "Why do you say that?"