The Cold And Straight Alpha Is Always Being Flirted With By The Goddess Aunt - Chapter 20.1

Especially those autumn-water eyes when she looked at Yan Qing, they were filled with total trust and a bashful hesitation, as if she were a flower waiting to be plucked, ready to be handled by Yan Qing as she pleased.

Yan Qing felt a bit uncomfortable being stared at by the woman. Thinking about the treatment steps to follow with Xi Zhaowan in such a state made her feel shy.

Her heart, usually as calm as a still well, felt like it was jumping out of her throat. Her breath was stuck in her chest, pulsing with heat, leaving her speechless.

Everything is for the treatment. This last treatment should be fine! You are a hundred-year-old Master of the Qingyun Sect. The Great Dao is emotionless yet has feeling; one must save all living beings.

Xi Zhaowan was one of those living beings; she had to save her…

But… Xi Zhaowan was different after all. She was so beautiful right now, it felt unreal, like a painting that inexplicably tempted Yan Qing to smear it with irregular strokes.

She could no longer convince herself, yet she had to force herself to remain calm.

Yan Qing silently recited the Heart-Clearing Incantation. After suppressing all her panic, under the woman’s uneasy yet trusting gaze, she forced herself to stand up by the bed.

Yan Qing began to unbutton her clothes. One by one, she undid the gold-rimmed buttons of her school uniform. The jacket was removed layer by layer.

Xi Zhaowan’s relatively calm face shattered again when she saw the other girl unbuttoning her white shirt.

She turned her head away, pretending not to see.

Yan Qing, wearing only her undergarments, lifted the woman’s white duvet and sat astride the woman’s body.

“Sister Wan, now it’s your turn to… undress.” Before Xi Zhaowan could panic and try to push her away.

Yan Qing leaned her chin on the woman’s shoulder and explained simply, “I have to try the method of expelling toxins through the Sacral Chakra. It seems… the external treatment like last time has become ineffective.”

“Your toxins… seem to have spread to the area of your Dantian.” As if wanting to confirm her perception again, the girl’s pointed chin brushed against the woman’s shoulder.

“Then… how should it be treated?” A blush climbed up Xi Zhaowan’s cheeks as she lowered her head. Feeling the girl sitting closely on top of her, she didn’t know whether to push her or lie down.

Yan Qing glanced at Xi Zhaowan’s red face, assuming the toxins had flared up again.

Is Sister Wan feverish again?

“Yes, we have to be quick. We can’t wait any longer.” She was startled. Once the toxins reached the head, even a Great Golden Immortal wouldn’t be able to help.

But Xi Zhaowan still kept her arms wrapped tight, reluctant to shed her clothes. Yan Qing didn’t care about that much, she reached under the woman’s arms, unclipped her straps with one hand, and removed her clothes layer by layer from bottom to top.

Xi Zhaowan, left only in her underwear: “…”

With her earlobes turning red, Yan Qing wrapped her arms around Xi Zhaowan’s waist. Her clean, tight abdomen pressed close. Closing her eyes, she transferred spiritual energy from her Sacral Chakra into the other’s meridians and Dantian.

Over a long period, Xi Zhaowan’s symptoms were indeed being continuously relieved. Yan Qing felt the other woman was no longer icy cold. Feeling a warmth in her heart, she pressed even closer.

However, another indescribable subtlety slowly flowed between the two, especially when their eyes met.

Xi Zhaowan turned her gaze, wanting to look into the girl’s jet-black, clear eyes, but she held back, fearing she would lose control of her emotions again.

As a R&D expert in the scientific field, being treated in this manner by a girl who was still a student, she couldn’t even figure out the theoretical basis for it herself.

If it were anyone else, even a top doctor with extensive clinical verification and theoretical support, she would never have accepted being treated this way.

But because it was Yan Qing, even if she was a student who hadn’t left the ivory tower, a girl who knew nothing of science or medicine, she was willing from the bottom of her heart to let her try.

As long as it was her, a feeling of uncontrollable joy welled up from her heart alongside the pain, like butterflies taking flight.

Her nose twitched slightly; she smelled the cedar-like, cool fragrance on the girl. The girl’s charming, pure aura remained untainted by the world even during the treatment.

Unlike her, the “strange aunt,” whose fanciful thoughts were flying and whose heartbeat had become irregular.

She felt both joy and shame.

Xi Zhaowan secretly despised her own weakness, but with the other person leaning so close, she couldn’t exactly rub her heart and command it not to beat while near Yan Qing.

Thump! Thump-thump! Xi Zhaowan embarrassedly realized her heartbeat was getting louder. She shifted her body uncomfortably. With this movement, the Yan Qing on top of her also developed a strange expression.

The heartbeat grew louder. Xi Zhaowan lowered her head as if to confirm something, her pupils shrinking as she looked at Yan Qing in disbelief.

This heartbeat wasn’t coming from her own chest. It was Qing’er’s heartbeat.

Why was her heart beating so fast? A flicker of uncertainty crossed her mind.

Is her heart beating for me?

Yan Qing took a deep breath. The swaying softness before her was distracting. She reached out and pressed Xi Zhaowan firmly, not letting her move anymore.

“Sister Wan, are you okay?” the girl asked in a low voice. Her ethereal face had returned to a state of calm after she had silently recited 32 pages of the Heart-Clearing Incantation in her mind.

Xi Zhaowan looked at her calm face, and her eyes dimmed a bit.

The symptoms had mostly subsided. If they continued like this, she would start overthinking again. She curled her lips into a self-mocking smile and made up an excuse: “Maybe my leg is numb.”

“Qing’er can stop the treatment now.” She pushed the other person slightly, wanting her to leave the bedroom. “Leave quickly, it’s late.”

Leg numb? Yan Qing’s eyes shifted. Indeed, they had been sitting like this for a while, she would have a numb leg too.

After Yan Qing let go, Xi Zhaowan breathed a sigh of relief. The weight on her body was mostly gone, but the heaviness in her heart increased.

She bit her red lip lightly and pulled up the white duvet the girl had tossed aside. She turned on her side, no longer wanting to pay attention to Yan Qing. Her slender back was a silent order for Yan Qing to leave.

It was a posture of self-healing. Xi Zhaowan closed her eyes, feeling the emptiness and loss in her chest. She waited for the girl to leave.

Then, she was startled.

The bedding beside her was lifted again, and the girl pulled her close, clinging to her like an unyielding octopus.

“Your toxins haven’t been cleared yet.” The girl’s voice sounded certain. “I was inconsiderate just now; that posture does make legs go numb easily.”

“It’s okay, Sister Wan. We’ll just change the position.” The girl murmured softly, her voice sounding a bit tired. “Tonight, I must heal you completely.”

The girl clung to her, pressing their umbilical centers together. A wave of warm air came from her body. Xi Zhaowan smelled that wonderful fragrance again. Being held tightly, she let out a sigh.

As if resigning herself to fate, she left her arms motionless as the other wrapped around her.

Ji Qianqian’s scent was still in her mind. Qing’er belonged to Qianqian.

She wasn’t hers. Yet now, she was by her side. She really wanted to cherish this moment, the only moment that would be forgotten tomorrow.

The fragrance of the girl in her arms and the oppressive darkness of the ceiling surged into her heart together.

Let it be. Just let it be. Tomorrow, everything will return to normal.

“Your arm will get numb this way.” Since they were both lying on their sides facing each other.

Yan Qing thoughtfully moved Xi Zhaowan’s arm and guided it to wrap around herself. Like a mortise and tenon, they fit together perfectly.

Xi Zhaowan: “…”