After finishing his words, Lin Yu turned around with utmost gentlemanly grace.
This gesture unmistakably signaled to Chen Qimeng that she could now prepare herself on the bed.
The hesitation in Chen Qimeng’s heart was completely shattered by Lin Yu’s smooth, persuasive words.
She walked to the bedside, glancing back at Lin Yu’s retreating figure.
Chen Qimeng: "……"
Who would have thought?
There would come a day when she and Lin Yu would share such an intimate moment in the same room.
She readjusted the position of her towel, wrapping it securely around her waist.
Then,
she climbed into the "safe cocoon" of blankets Lin Yu had prepared for her.
Once inside, she made sure to pull the edges of the blankets tightly around her,
ensuring that no extra skin—aside from her back—was exposed to the air.
"Lin Yu, I’m ready…"
Chen Qimeng buried her face in the pillow, her arms naturally stretching out to either side of her cheeks.
Lin Yu turned back: "!!!"
Even without looking, such a scene wasn’t hard to imagine.
But witnessing it firsthand delivered an overwhelming visual impact.
It was like gazing upon a dewy mimosa, untouched by anyone.
Every inch, every curve, glistened with a delicate sheen.
At the junction where the mimosa’s stem met its roots, the view was just barely obscured—
adding an irresistible layer of mystery to its breathtaking beauty.
But what truly made it impossible to look away…
was Lin Yu’s certainty in his heart…
that right now, the mimosa was wide open!
"Qimeng, I’m not just saying this to flatter you, but… your skin is truly amazing!"
Lin Yu stepped closer, deliberately using the most direct and suggestive words to praise her.
Chen Qimeng exhaled a warm breath, murmuring softly:
"It’s not that great… Lin Yu, stop staring… Let’s just begin, okay?"
Earlier, Lin Yu had still been calling her "Auntie Qimeng,"
which had eased her guard somewhat.
But now, he reverted to just "Qimeng,"
and the flirtatious atmosphere from their earlier outing seemed to slowly return.
Even though her back was turned, unable to see his expression or gaze,
Chen Qimeng could feel her skin tingling as if scorched by a blazing heat.
That soft "okay?" sent Lin Yu’s heart racing.
No matter what,
he had to show off the skills he’d learned.
"Alright, let’s start now. Open your arms a little wider."
"This isn’t yoga—don’t stretch, just relax."
As he spoke,
Lin Yu reached out to adjust Chen Qimeng’s arm position himself.
The widening of her arms caused the edges of the "safety blanket" to shift slightly outward.
Chen Qimeng couldn’t see it, but she could feel it—
the snug "blanket nest" was starting to loosen, inching toward becoming a "blanket gap."
She wondered if she should reach down and readjust it.
But then,
Lin Yu stopped his adjustments, sounding satisfied as he said:
"Perfect, just like this. Hold this position!"
Chen Qimeng could only reply: "Mm… okay…"
The clinking of glass bottles filled the room.
Lin Yu had fetched a basin of water to rinse the newly purchased cupping jars.
Before starting,
he ran his fingers along the rims of each jar,
ensuring there were no sharp edges from poor craftsmanship.
As it turned out,
if you were willing to spend the money, you could get the right tools.
Lin Yu lit an alcohol-soaked cotton ball, warming the dried jars in advance.
Since Chen Qimeng had mentioned her shoulder and neck discomfort,
he couldn’t just ignore it.
The flame circled the inside of the jar twice
before he swiftly pressed it against Chen Qimeng’s back.
A heated cupping jar had to be applied quickly
to retain the temperature difference and create the necessary suction.
The moment the first jar landed, Chen Qimeng’s brows furrowed slightly.
She wasn’t someone who cupped often—
the last time had probably been years ago.
For beginners, discomfort was normal.
By the fifth jar,
the first one had already turned from pinkish to a deep purple,
with faint condensation forming on the glass.
"Qimeng, your left shoulder must’ve been hurting for more than just a few days, right?"
"Does the discomfort come and go periodically?"
Lin Yu observed the jars’ reactions as he spoke.
This wasn’t just a random guess.
Flower shops rarely dealt with dried flowers—most required water to stay fresh.
Over time, the damp environment took its toll.
Working in such conditions, it’d be strange if her body didn’t react.
"Yes… Lin Yu, you’re really professional. It’s been on and off all year… hiss!"
"How many more jars are left? My whole back feels like it’s being pulled up… It’s a bit painful."
Chen Qimeng pressed her lips together as she asked.
Lin Yu didn’t pause his movements. "Don’t worry, we’ve got enough on your shoulders and neck now."
"Try slowly bringing your arms back in and lying flat."
"Small movements won’t dislodge the jars…"
He added a subtle twist to his instructions.
The ideal cupping position was with arms resting against the body.
This way,
if Chen Qimeng really wanted to keep her "safety blanket" intact,
she’d have to endure a little longer.
But shifting from an outstretched to a relaxed position—
especially with jars already suctioned to her back—
made it nearly impossible to avoid disturbing the blanket’s placement.
"Can’t we just keep it like this, Lin Yu…?"
Chen Qimeng asked, embarrassed.
Lin Yu pretended not to understand, swiftly applying two more jars before replying:
"Is the pain making it hard to move? Should I help you? Just relax."
Chen Qimeng: "No, I can—"
Lin Yu didn’t give her time to rephrase.
He took action, gently guiding Chen Qimeng’s arms himself,
all while murmuring:
"Qimeng, be careful not to tense up."
"If a jar falls off, we might have to reapply it."
Chen Qimeng: "……"
The effect was immediate.
At this point… what difference would moving her arms make?
If they had to start over, the whole process would drag on even longer.
And every second of this verbal back-and-forth counted!
"Mmm… Lin Yu, the blanket…"
As Lin Yu’s fingers brushed along the inner edge of the "safety blanket,"
Chen Qimeng felt it intensely.
Under the dual stimulation of tension and the charged atmosphere…
her body’s natural response kicked in again.
Throughout the arm adjustment, Chen Qimeng had remained stiff—
until suddenly,
her limbs melted into a boneless softness.
Lin Yu: "!!!"
……
(First update today! There will still be bonus chapters later—thank you all for your support!)
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nd fell into a coma while saving his younger sister from an out-of-control car. He became a vegetable. No one knew that his consciousness had crossed into a world of cultivation. Over the course of sixty years, he began as the lowest kind of mine slave, struggling to survive amid mountains of corpses and seas of blood. By sheer chance, he eventually obtained the complete memories of a fallen Immortal King. Alchemy, medicine, formations, feng shui, physiognomy, artifact forging… Every great inheritance of the cultivation world was now his. But when he opened his eyes again, he discovered that ten full years had passed in the modern world. To pay for his treatment, his father had sold the family’s shop and house, leaving himself covered in lasting injuries and illness. His mother had cared for him day and night, and more than half of her hair had already turned white. His younger sister, who had been only fifteen back then, was now twenty-five. To help repay the family’s debts, she had been forced to lower her head and put on a smiling face in places of glittering lights and endless revelry. Only then did Chen Xuan understand that what he had lost was not merely ten years. He had lost the life his entire family was meant to have. The good news was that he had brought back the memories of an Immortal King’s entire lifetime. The bad news was that his soul had returned alone—his cultivation had not come with him. Spiritual energy was scarce, resources were depleted, and the modern world still had firearms, surveillance, capital, and laws. If he wanted to protect his family, break free from everyone’s control, and become truly invincible beneath the heavens, he would have to start all over again.
with countless casualties. As a top-tier gamer, Liu Xuan volunteered to join the fight, intending to dominate with his skills, but instead he obtained the hidden class: [Pacifist]. Unable to attack. Unable to use active skills. Fortunately, with each level gained, he acquired a new passive skill. And so, armed with a body full of passives, Liu Xuan slaughtered his way through the battlefield of ten thousand races! [You attacked Liu Xuan] [You gained the debuffs: 'Poison', 'Fear', 'Burning', 'Bleeding', 'Freeze', 'Silence', etc.] [Your attack speed has been reduced by 99%] [Your armor and magic resistance have been reduced by 99%] Warriors of the Ten Thousand Races: How the hell am I supposed to fight this?!
