Chapter 27: Top-tier Cauldron, This Is a Win-Win Deal
Su Qingge looked down at her foot wrapped in gauze.
It was aching faintly.
But compared to the panic she felt just monts ago, this bit of pain was nothing.
"I am fine."
She stood up and walked to the hospital bed.
She looked at Zhang Xuanyao's sleeping face.
Gone was his usual cheeky grin and that annoying expression.
Now that he was quiet, his facial features appeared exceptionally sharp.
His eyelashes were long.
His nose bridge was high and straight.
If not for that ragged Daoist robe, just looking at this face alone, he would have more than enough to debut as an idol star.
Su Qingge reached out.
Her fingertips gently touched the center of his brows.
His brow was tightly furrowed there, as if he were still fighting sothing in his dreams.
"Fool."
She whispered softly.
"You'd risk your life for a bit of money?"
Just at this mont.
Zhang Xuanyao's eyelashes fluttered twice.
He slowly opened his eyes.
There was still so confusion and bloodshot veins in those eyes.
His gaze focused.
He saw Su Qingge, who was within arm's reach.
And that finger pressing against the center of his brows.
The two locked eyes.
The air froze for a second.
Zhang Xuanyao suddenly grinned.
His voice was hoarse, yet it carried that familiar, infuriating tone.
"President Su, taking advantage of while I'm asleep?"
"That will cost extra."
Su Qingge retracted her hand as if electrocuted.
Her cheeks instantly burned hot.
In the corner.
Jiang Yuanshan silently put down the apple in his hand.
He felt like a multi-thousand-watt lightbulb at this mont.
Blindingly bright.
He quietly stood up and tiptoed toward the door.
"Um... I have sothing to take care of outside..."
"You two continue, please continue..."
"Click."
The door lock clicked softly.
Jiang Yuanshan slipped out faster than a rabbit, taking the awkward atmosphere out with him.
The hospital room fell into a dead silence.
Only the rhythmic "beep, beep" of the ECG monitor remained.
Su Qingge's finger was still suspended in mid-air; just as she wanted to pull it back, her wrist was caught by a scorching hot hand.
Although Zhang Xuanyao's face was pale, his grip was surprisingly strong.
"President Su, why the rush to run?"
His voice was hoarse, carrying the lethargy of soone who had just woken up, along with a trace of imperceptible aggression.
Su Qingge's body stiffened.
She wanted to break free, but she was afraid of hurting this man who had just returned from the gates of hell.
"Let go."
Su Qingge kept a straight face, trying to maintain her crumbling presidential dignity.
"The doctor said you need to rest."
"Quack doctor."
Zhang Xuanyao scoffed, his fingers gently rubbing against the delicate skin on the inside of her wrist.
That was the pulse point.
It was also one of the most sensitive parts of the human body.
Su Qingge felt a current of electricity shoot up her spine from her wrist, making her whole side go numb.
"I am a Daoist; I know my own body."
Zhang Xuanyao applied a little force.
Su Qingge lost her balance and gasped as she fell forward.
She did not fall to the floor.
Instead, she fell into an embrace that slled of disinfectant and a faint scent of sandalwood.
"Mmph..."
Su Qingge propped her hands against his chest, trying to get up in a panic.
"Don't move."
Zhang Xuanyao wrapped one arm around her waist, pulling her closer.
Separated only by the thin hospital gown, their body heat began to exchange.
Su Qingge dared not move anymore.
She was afraid of hitting the needles in his body, and even more afraid of touching sowhere she shouldn't.
"Zhang Xuanyao, have you gone mad? This is a hospital!"
Su Qingge lowered her voice, her cheeks as red as a ripe tomato.
"So what if it's a hospital?"
Zhang Xuanyao didn't care at all, his gaze falling on her pretty face just inches away.
Because of the rushing around and anxiety earlier, her hair was a bit ssy, with a few stray strands sticking to her sweat-dampened neck, looking exceptionally alluring.
"Su Qingge, there are so things we need to lay out and discuss."
Zhang Xuanyao put away his cheeky smile, his eyes becoming burning hot.
"That night at the hotel, did you think it was just because you drank too much?"
Su Qingge was stunned.
The mories of that night ca flooding back like a tide.
That out-of-control heat, that desire to devour the man before her, could not be explained by alcohol at all.
"What are you trying to say?"
Zhang Xuanyao raised his other hand, his fingertips touching the center of her brows.
There was a very faint cinnabar mole there.
It was invisible on normal days, but it would appear when she was aroused or when the Yin Qi was extrely heavy.
"Pure Yin Body."
Zhang Xuanyao spat out the four words.
"What does that an?" Su Qingge frowned.
"It ans that in the eyes of those who practice the Dao, you are like Tang Monk at, a thousand-year-old ginseng, a walking nuclear reactor."
Zhang Xuanyao's finger slid down from the center of her brows, passed her nose bridge, and landed on her full, red lips.
"Do you know why that old thing surnad Ye wanted to ss with that land?"
"And going to such great lengths to set up an array to capture you, it wasn't for money, nor was it for lust."
"He wanted to refine you."
"To drain all the Pure Yin Qi from your body to help him achieve a Breakthrough."
Su Qingge felt a chill shoot from the soles of her feet straight up to her crown.
Refine her?
Like Alchemy?
"Then I..."
"You are lucky you t ."
Zhang Xuanyao's fingers probed into the gap of her lips, stirring gently.
Moist.
Warm.
"If I hadn't... if we hadn't harmonized Yin and Yang that night, the Yin Qi that had accumulated in your body for over twenty years would have exploded."
"At best, you would have fallen deathly ill; at worst, you would have died on the spot."
"So..."
Zhang Xuanyao leaned into her ear, his hot breath spraying onto her sensitive earlobe.
"I am your savior, and also... your dicine."
Su Qingge's breathing quickened.
This explanation was too Xuanhuan, but combined with the strange events of the past two days, she had to believe it.
"Then you now..."
Su Qingge looked at Zhang Xuanyao's still-pale face.
"You beca like this because you saved ."
"Yes."
Zhang Xuanyao admitted it generously, never missing an opportunity to claim credit.
"The Five Thunders thod consus too much spiritual energy; I am just an empty shell right now."
"Relying on this bottle of glucose?"
He glanced at the IV drip overhead with disdain.
"I won't recover even if I hang it until next year."
Zhang Xuanyao looked back at Su Qingge, two flas igniting in the depths of his eyes.
"But you are different."
"You are a Pure Yin Body, a top-tier Cauldron."
"As long as..."
He paused deliberately, observing Su Qingge's reaction.
Su Qingge swallowed hard.
She was no naive fool; she naturally understood the subtext.
"As long as what?"
Her voice trembled, yet she did not resist.
"Dual Cultivation."
Zhang Xuanyao spat out the two words.
"Complentary Yin and Yang, an auspicious union of Dragon and Phoenix."
"Not only can it instantly restore my spiritual energy, but it can also help comb through your ridians, improve your beauty, and prolong your life."
"President Su, this deal is a win-win for you."
Su Qingge bit her lip.
Reason told her that this was a hospital room, and doctors or nurses could co in at any ti.
And this bastard was speaking so sanctimoniously, but in reality, he just wanted to...
But her body was very honest.
Being close to him, that attraction stemming from the depths of her Soul made her completely unable to refuse.
"I..."
Su Qingge had just started to speak when she was interrupted by Zhang Xuanyao.
"If you don't speak, I will take that as your consent."
Before the words had even faded.
Zhang Xuanyao exerted force suddenly.
The world spun.
Before Su Qingge could react, she had already been pulled onto the narrow hospital bed.
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