After Xiao Yan left, Xun'er had been using the power of the Ancient Clan to monitor his movements. At this moment, she was sitting on Zhang Wei, reading a report. "Little Medical Fairy? What a bother! Zhang Wei, could you please run over? Come back soon."
One day, a man in black dropped Zhang Wei off at Little Medical Fairy's door. Upon hearing the noise, Little Medical Fairy came out to see Zhang Wei covered in blood. Eager to save him, she brought him back inside to treat him. Her fingertips gently wiped the blood from Zhang Wei's cheek, the warm, damp cloth removing the stickiness from the surface. When the gruesome bloodstain was completely cleared, and a handsome face suddenly came into view, her movements paused.
She had expected a weathered, even slightly ferocious, face beneath the bloodstain, as rugged as the mercenaries she had witnessed, licking the blade. However, what appeared before her was a face she had never imagined appearing in such a setting, a face so perfect, almost bewitching, that she had never expected it to be seen.
His features were picturesque, his lines flowing as if meticulously carved, without a single unnecessary angle or scar. Even in his coma, his lips still held a naturally upturned curve, his nose straight, and his skin, under the dim light of the room, appeared surprisingly translucent, white, as smooth and delicate as the finest jade. His damp hair, now plastered to his forehead, accentuated his entire person with a fragile, yet heart-wrenching beauty.
Little Doctor Fairy's cold purple eyes trembled imperceptibly, and her fingers gripping the cloth stiffened at the sudden shock. She had never seen such a clean, pure, almost unreal, face on anyone. Her breathing slowed unconsciously, her gaze fixed on his face, as if drawn by some invisible force, unable to move. Her usually calm heart was now slightly rippled by this glance.
But as a doctor, her instincts quickly took over. After a brief pause, she pursed her lips, suppressing the slight unease that rose within her. Her fingertips regained their usual calmness and composure. She meticulously wiped the remaining blood from his face, then deftly removed a bottle of ointment. Opening the cap, a fresh herbal scent instantly filled the air. She dipped a small amount onto a cotton swab and carefully applied it to the small scrapes on Zhang Wei's forehead and cheeks.
The Little Medical Fairy's gaze shifted from Zhang Wei's jade-like face to his bloodstained clothing. The black garment had been torn in numerous places by a sharp weapon, blood soaking through the fabric and clinging tightly to his skin. She frowned slightly. These clothes were no longer worth cleaning, and more importantly, they hindered her ability to fully assess the injuries and provide subsequent treatment.
She leaned over, her movements expert and calm. Delicate fingertips touched the collar of his shirt, unfastening it without hesitation. Then, carefully yet resolutely, they peeled the torn, blood-soaked fabric from his body. As the clothing faded, the hidden flesh gradually came to light. Under the dim lamplight, his body lines gradually became clearer.
With each breath, his chest, unstained by blood, rose and fell slightly, revealing the smooth, firm contours of his muscles. Free of the roughness and bulk of overtraining, each muscle was perfectly distributed, without a trace of excess fat, yet brimming with strength and elasticity. They seemed meticulously sculpted by nature, their lines distinct yet exuding a natural, unadulterated, harmonious beauty, like the explosive power and grace of a top-tier cheetah poised for action.
Xiao Yixian paused again, imperceptibly. She had traveled the continent for years, practicing medicine and saving countless lives. She had seen all sorts of bodies: those roughened by years of hard work, those muscular from practicing Dou Qi, those emaciated by illness, and even those obese from a life of luxury. She had personally treated countless bodies lacerated by blades in battle and burned by fighting techniques, and had also used toxins to erode the bodies of the strongest, causing them to twist and deform in excruciating pain. It could be said that her understanding of the human body's structure, functions, and even its limits was far more profound than that of ordinary people.
Yet, the body before her seemed to transcend all her experience. His muscular lines were the most perfectly balanced she had ever seen—perfect strength woven into his sleek silhouette, a flawless yet explosive quality. Beneath his skin, it seemed as if boundless vitality existed. Even now, grievously wounded, that life force still surged tenaciously within him. This was a work of art, a quality almost like a work of art, the kind of perfection forged through countless trials and tribulations
, imbued with a unique spirit by nature. Her violet eyes widened slightly, a glint of surprise that she herself hadn't noticed. Her fingertips, originally intended to cleanse the blood, now unconsciously traced his flawless waistline, slowly descending. The gentle friction of her fingertips felt the warmth and resilience of his skin, a delicate, elastic touch that felt like a faint electric current running through her fingertips into her heart. She had touched cold toxins, scorching flames, and rough rock, but the touch beneath her palms now held a freshness and throbbing intensity she had never felt before.
Her gaze roamed from his flat abdomen to his slender, powerful thighs, each radiating a fusion of strength and beauty. She could even imagine the astonishing power this body would unleash when he awoke. This body wasn't just a target for treatment; it was a rare treasure she'd stumbled upon, a treasure beyond her poison research, one that drew her to its innermost secrets.
She took a deep breath, forcing down the uncontrollable tinge of curiosity and exploration, and refocused on his wounds. Professionalism was her bottom line; saving lives was paramount. She picked up a damp cloth and began cleaning the deeper, wider bloodstains. Occasionally, her fingertips caressed the taut muscles, and the subtle touch lingered in her mind like a lingering echo.
Her fingertips traced the perfectly curved lines of the abdominal muscles, and Xiao Yixian's movements instinctively paused. Her years of medical practice had seen all kinds of bodies, cultivating a calm and composed mind. Whether broken, sick, or strong, she saw them as mere "matter" and "diseases" to be treated. However, the body before her shattered all her preconceptions and experiences.
His muscular lines were the finest she had ever seen. They weren't the exaggerated, lumpy forms of a typical martial artist, but rather, beneath smooth skin, a firmness and elasticity as smooth as flowing water. Every inch seemed meticulously refined, neither exaggerated nor imbued with explosive power, perfectly embodying the ultimate fusion of strength and beauty. It was an indescribable balance, as if the most subtle laws of heaven and earth were embodied within.
She could even feel the vibrant energy of the blood coursing beneath that warm skin, a hidden, heart-pounding potential. This wasn't just physical health; it was a naturally rich essence—an innate talent and charm that transcended the ordinary. This "golden essence" filled even her, a poison master accustomed to the mysteries of life, with an undisguised sense of wonder.
Her fingertips unconsciously rubbed the muscles of his ribs. Her attempt at a calm inspection had, however, taken on a probing quality. Her breathing, at that moment, seemed a little faster than usual. An inexplicable warmth spread from her fingertips to her palm, then quickly spread to her cheek. Her
snow-white skin was now flushed with a faint blush, and even her usually cool, violet eyes reflected an unnatural glimmer, dancing as if illuminated by candlelight. It was a physiological reaction she had never experienced before. Her heartbeat drummed like a drum in her chest, each beat stronger and stronger, making her eardrums buzz. She had faced life-threatening situations and been poisoned before, but her heartbeat had never been so disordered. This strange feeling made her instinctively want to escape, but she was held captive by some invisible force, unable to move her eyes or hands.
She forced herself to look away, but found that her eyes involuntarily fell back on his clean, perfectly contoured face. That face, with its eyes closed, was so peaceful, as if all the noise in the world had nothing to do with him.
Xiao Yixian subconsciously pursed her lips, trying to suppress the heat and confusion within her. She tilted her head slightly, avoiding Zhang Wei's face, her gaze drifting out the window. There was only the tranquil night and the occasional breeze. She tried to sound calm, yet a subtle strain still lingered.
"Why is it so hot today?" she murmured, half-heartedly blaming her discomfort on the weather, even though the room was lit only by a single oil lamp and the cool breeze outside.
Xiao Yixian's fingertips continued to roam his body, expertly cleaning away the blood and tending to every scrape. Her gaze traced his perfectly defined curves, sliding across his lean waist and abdomen, to that untouched, mysterious region. The inky hem had been completely removed, revealing a deeper scene.
The first thing that caught her eye was a slightly dense expanse of black. Unlike the tangled, even coarse, hair she'd seen before, the hair here was astonishingly neat and orderly. It didn't grow wantonly, but rather with a natural, meticulously manicured beauty, its curves perfectly framing a figure poised for growth. Each strand was glossy black and resilient, as if combed by an invisible force, possessing a raw yet refined charm. This was no accident; a gift from heaven, or perhaps a manifestation of supreme self-discipline—either way, a flicker of undisguised astonishment crossed her experienced violet eyes.
Her breathing unconsciously became shallower, and her fingertips faltered for a moment. The scorching heat she'd previously attributed to "heat" now surged within her, like a raging fire, rapidly devouring her usual calm and composure.
Then, a scene that horrified her even more deeply unfolded before her: within the profound blackness, something stood proudly, like a pillar supporting the heavens. It didn't lie limply, but rather, with an undeniable presence, rising tall and proud, as if possessing an independent life, brimming with unparalleled vigor and intensity. Its massive head shone a healthy dark red, its tip lightly moistened with mucus, reflecting an alluring sheen in the dim light of the oil lamp. Its straight shaft was thick and slender, its veins faintly visible beneath the skin, like a tangled dragon vein, brimming with explosive power.
The Little Medical Fairy's gaze was captivated by the vibrant energy. She walked the fine line between poison and medicine, deeply versed in the mysteries of life and death, but at this moment, the surging scene before her completely overturned her understanding of "vitality." It was a naked, primal display of masculine power, carrying an irresistible allure that instantly overwhelmed all her defenses.
Her heart pounded uncontrollably within her chest, a frenzy she had never experienced before, like a wild horse unleashed. She felt her cheeks heat, a warmth that radiated from her ears to her neck, sending the blood boiling through her body. Her fingertips trembled as she reached forward, involuntarily wanting to touch the astonishing fullness and warmth, to verify its authenticity.
Suddenly, she came to her senses, her violet eyes narrowing. She realized that not only had she unconsciously admired every inch of this perfect body, but she had also completely stripped the patient naked, even the last layer of clothing, the pants. What had originally been an attempt to examine the patient's injuries now felt like an impulsive...exploration.
She abruptly withdrew her fingertips, her palms numb from the instantaneous heat. Normally calm and composed, she was now bewildered by her own unconscious actions. She forced herself to breathe, trying to calm her frantic heartbeat, but the towering object still stood majestically before her, burning her sight.
The erect, erect penis still stood before her, burning her gaze with its unparalleled power. Its presence was so overwhelming, as if it signaled some primal, irresistible force, like a mirror reflecting the chaos and disorder within her. Her cheeks,
already flushed from the "heat," now blushed even more intensely, practically bleeding. The heat radiating from within didn't originate from outside, but erupted from deep within her body, like a blazing fire, rapidly scorching her sanity and reserve. Her heart beat faster and faster, threatening to burst through the confines of her chest. The rapid, powerful beats of the drums made her eardrums buzz, and her fingertips began to tremble uncontrollably.
She instinctively raised her hands, trying to fan herself, but found her palms damp and hot, now coated in a thin layer of sweat. The air inside the medicine room wasn't hot, and even had a hint of coolness from the night dew, but she felt as if her entire body were being licked by tongues of fire. Goose bumps rose on her sensitive skin, and even her breathing became rapid and sticky. This unprecedented, almost uncontrollable physiological reaction made her realize that this was more than just "heat."
She felt an indescribable stirring rising from the deepest part of her body, climbing up along her private meridians, converging at her lower abdomen. The feeling was tingling, empty, and filled with an intense desire to be filled. She tugged at her collar, trying to let in the cool air, but the clothes that confined her body felt as if they had been ignited, becoming hot and heavy.
Almost unconsciously, she reached out and unbuttoned her robe, her movements a chaotic and urgent one. As she moved, her flimsy dress slid limply down to her waist, revealing her fair, smooth skin. The cool night breeze touched her exposed chest and arms, but the fleeting chill was quickly swallowed by a deeper, stronger heat.
She knew something was wrong with her body, and it had struck so suddenly and violently. She pressed her palms to her abdomen, only to feel an uncontrollable surge of heat pulsing there, winding down her sensitive inner thighs to her most intimate and secret region. There, a strange, tingling, almost itchy, sensation was surging.
An indescribable wetness made her instinctively clamp her legs together, but it was no use. The longing, the unbearable emptiness, gripped her heart like an invisible hand, weakening her whole body, making even standing difficult. Her violet eyes lost their usual clarity, now clouded with a mist of confusion and bewilderment, yet driven by an intense and unfamiliar desire.
Her fingers unconsciously traced the inside of her thigh, slowly moving upwards. Her cool fingertips touched the already damp skin, and the instantaneous sensation sent a shudder through her body, a soft gasp almost a moan escaping her throat. Her fingertips reached deeper, reaching the soft, already wet and swollen petals, and deep within them, the most sensitive core, now throbbing furiously.
"Hmm..." A low, suppressed tremor escaped from the depths of her throat. Her fingertips pressed and kneaded the sensitive flesh uncontrollably. The sudden burst of intense pleasure spread like an electric current through her body, causing her already disordered breathing to become even more rapid and heavy. Her body arched, her back tensed, her violet eyes closed, and her long eyelashes trembled slightly at the intense stimulation.
The movements of her fingers became faster and harder, driven entirely by instinct. She only knew that it was itchy there, longing for more and deeper stimulation. A large amount of saliva was secreted in her mouth, and she had to swallow it continuously to suppress the surging desire. She opened her lips slightly, and her rapid and intermittent breathing filled the entire medicine room, accompanied by the subtle sound of water rubbing against the slippery depths of her fingertips.
Her cheeks flushed, and beads of sweat slid down her forehead and seeped into her hair. The emptiness deep in her body was filled with repeated friction. The primitive desire awakened from the depths of her soul made her completely abandon all thoughts. At this moment, her world was filled with only the rhythm of her fingertips and the pleasure deep in her body that continued to accumulate and expand to the extreme.