Chapter 1009: Chapter 1010 Misunderstanding
After dinner, Song Xiaodong chatted with the won for a while, then went to the villa where Wu Xiaoya and Shui Qinghe were staying.
Shui Qinghe no longer stayed in the main villa. After all, the main villa was full of Song Xiaodong’s won, and she constantly saw things that made her uncomfortable, which disrupted others and bothered her. Since Wu Xiaoya also ca here for treatnt, Shui Qinghe stayed in a villa with Wu Xiaoya, and the two of them kept each other company.
Wu Xiaoya and Shui Qinghe both had brain conditions. Wu Xiaoya’s wasn’t life-threatening, but Shui Qinghe’s was deadly.
If we really talk about which one is harder to cure, it’s Wu Xiaoya’s condition, because it’s not about a specific part of the brain cells but the entire spiritual system, whereas Shui Qinghe’s is a brain tumor, which can be solved by removal.
So Song Xiaodong first ca to Shui Qinghe’s room.
Recently, Shui Qinghe was no longer so afraid of Song Xiaodong’s silver needles. She closed her eyes and let Song Xiaodong perform acupuncture.
But today, when she saw Song Xiaodong take out the silver needles, Shui Qinghe’s face suddenly turned pale.
“What’s wrong? Don’t tell you’re getting needle-phobic again?” Song Xiaodong asked with a frown.
“Yes…yes…” Shui Qinghe stamred while staring at Song Xiaodong’s needles.
Song Xiaodong’s face darkened, and he said with a wry smile, “Your needle phobia is recurring, really, I give up with you.”
“I don’t know, I don’t know, I don’t want needles, I don’t want needles, please spare .” Shui Qinghe turned over, trying to escape.
Song Xiaodong imdiately extended his arm and pressed her down on the bed, saying, “Don’t escape, you must have acupuncture today; it’s important.”
“Tomorrow, do it tomorrow, I’m so scared today.” Shui Qinghe looked pathetically at Song Xiaodong.
Song Xiaodong firmly said, “No way, your recurring needle phobia indicates changes in your brain tumor, and we must do it today.”
“I don’t want…I don’t want it!” Shui Qinghe didn’t listen at all to Song Xiaodong’s words, struggling desperately to run away.
Song Xiaodong quickly said, “Qinghe, after today’s treatnt, you might recover mostly. In the future, you’ll only need so conditioning; you can’t let previous efforts go to waste.”
“I don’t care, I don’t care, I just don’t want the needle.”
People who haven’t fainted from needles won’t understand this feeling; it’s not about courage but a unique kind of psychic power.
In this situation, Song Xiaodong knew comforting words wouldn’t work; he had to hold her down firmly.
“Just knock out, just knock out.” Shui Qinghe cried out again.
Song Xiaodong smiled bitterly and said, “I wish I could, but today I can’t knock you out; if you faint, many brain cells will stop working, and I can’t check if it’s effective, so you have to stay awake.”
Hearing this, Shui Qinghe was more agitated and shouted, “Ahh, no, no, you’re too cruel, you’re killing , just let die.”
Song Xiaodong knew it was useless to say anything more; he held Shui Qinghe’s shoulders with his hands, then pressed his legs over Shui Qinghe’s shoulders, pinning her entire upper body under him, trapping her arms too.
“Ahhh, what are you doing?” Shui Qinghe cried out.
Song Xiaodong said, “Treating you, what else?” He adjusted his position, using his legs to secure Shui Qinghe’s head, preventing her from moving around.
Finally ready, Song Xiaodong and Shui Qinghe were in an awkward position; Song Xiaodong sitting, Shui Qinghe lying flat, her head resting just at Song Xiaodong’s crotch, his legs fully pressed on her chest.
But neither of them focused on this awkwardness, so it wasn’t given attention.
Having secured Shui Qinghe, Song Xiaodong ignored her shouting, shielding her eyes with one hand and starting the acupuncture with the other.
Shui Qinghe was fully conscious; even though Song Xiaodong’s hand covered her eyes, she still felt the needles, cursing, “Song Xiaodong, you bastard, you scumbag, you’re bullying , I won’t let you get away with it, ahhh…”
Shui Qinghe’s room was right next to Wu Xiaoya’s room.
The outside temperature was perfect—not cold or hot—so everyone had their windows open, without using air conditioning, allowing the noise from Shui Qinghe’s room to travel.
Hearing Shui Qinghe’s constant curses, Wu Xiaoya’s face paled, feeling like Song Xiaodong was bullying Shui Qinghe at that mont.
Most disturbing was that Shui Qinghe obviously didn’t consent, making Song Xiaodong’s actions seem excessive; he had so many won already, why force Shui Qinghe?
Especially since Shui Qinghe’s cries were so miserable, Wu Xiaoya couldn’t bear it, so she gritted her teeth and rushed over, pulling open Shui Qinghe’s door.
One look confird her fears: Song Xiaodong’s legs pinning Shui Qinghe, a position forcing Shui Qinghe to do sothing shaful, even compelling her to use her mouth.
“Help! Help!” Shui Qinghe scread louder when soone entered.
Wu Xiaoya, even more anxious, shouted, “Song Xiaodong, what are you doing? Bullying a woman like this, do you have any humanity? I thought you were a hero, a good man, but you’re such a pervert! You have so many won, go to them if you need to vent, Shui Qinghe doesn’t agree, why force her? Are you even a man?”
“Xiaoya! Xiaoya! Save , I don’t want this…” Shui Qinghe, recognizing Wu Xiaoya, shouted incoherently.
“Okay, okay!” Wu Xiaoya hurriedly stepped forward and shouted, “Song Xiaodong, let her go.”
But Song Xiaodong still restrained Shui Qinghe.
Impulsively, Wu Xiaoya rushed forward, reaching to push Song Xiaodong.
“Don’t move!” Song Xiaodong shouted low, yet Wu Xiaoya’s hand still touched his back with great force.
Song Xiaodong’s body swayed, but his hand remained steady on the needle tail on Shui Qinghe’s head.
“Ah!” After pushing him, Wu Xiaoya suddenly noticed the silver needle on Shui Qinghe’s head and realized the misunderstanding. Just as she began to speak, she saw blood trickling from Song Xiaodong’s mouth, turning her face pale with fright.
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