Wife, Don't Be Like This!

Chapter 119 - Can You Hold Me!

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The body beside him instantly tensed up.

In the darkness, the expression on Song Yan's face was also a little stiff.

To be sleeping in the same bed with a woman who was not yet his was, in the end, a bit inconvenient. This wasn't the madness and passivity of the cave, nor the gentleness and obedience of Gu Banxia.

The woman by his side was just a trading partner, a collaborator.

One could even say that not long ago, she was an enemy.

This kind of situation was still a little awkward.

Of course, Song Yan also knew that he couldn't be considered an upright gentleman. To say that he didn't have the slightest thought in his heart was also impossible. After all, she was a woman who cultivated seduction arts and was still very attractive to men.

Before, it was still normal. But lying in the same bed, sensing the body heat so close, and smelling the pure fragrance of the young woman, it was inevitable that ripples would appear in his heart.

Although the 'Hundred Treasures Compendium' could allow a martial artist to control their own desires, it was clear that Song Yan had not yet reached the level of being able to control it with ease.

He probably also understood Yang Siyao's thoughts. If he were to make a move at this time, Yang Siyao would probably, while being half-reluctant and half-willing, entangle him with her body, and through this method, establish a more solid relationship between the two of them.

It's just that, even if it were 'half-reluctant, half-willing,' in the end, it still had the nature of being somewhat forced.

Song Yan didn't like that.

Thinking this, he closed his eyes.

But although darkness fell before his eyes, his consciousness was exceptionally clear.

There was no need to waste time for nothing. The content of the 'Vajra Arhat Art' began to appear in his mind. After going over the secret manual in detail in his mind again, Song Yan began to mobilize the internal force in his body according to the records in the manual.

His not-so-thick internal force, under Song Yan's manipulation, began to circulate through the meridians in his body.

Very quickly, Song Yan noticed the difference between the 'Vajra Arhat Art' and medicinal body tempering.

Medicinal body tempering seemed to have a fixed sequence: first from the bones, then the skin, then the flesh, the meridians, and the internal organs.

After tempering everything once, if the accumulated toxins in the body had not yet reached the critical point, then it would start over again. Tempering again and again, strengthening over and over, making the strength of the physical body more and more terrifying.

It is said that some highly skilled martial artists could even truly temper their physical bodies to the point of being impervious to blades and spears.

In this process, some of the medicinal power would dissipate, and other parts of the body would also receive a certain degree of strengthening, it just couldn't compare to the main target.

But the 'Vajra Arhat Art' was the complete opposite.

The internal force would evenly seep out along the meridians, surging through the four limbs and hundred bones, the meridians and internal organs, and into the flesh and bones. The tempering of the 'Vajra Arhat Art' was carried out on the entire body at the same time, with no part being left out.

In that instant, Song Yan felt as if he were in a giant furnace. An indescribable scorching heat bloomed from inside and outside his body. His blood seemed about to be evaporated.

To put it in a more modern way, in the places where the internal force flowed, every single cell seemed to be activated, leaping, contracting, and devouring.

The vitality of his physical body seemed to have been turned up to the maximum.

This process did not last long, perhaps just a dozen or so seconds, and Song Yan's internal force was actually completely absorbed.

He was completely drained. In that instant, Song Yan actually felt an unbearable fatigue.

Is this the 'Vajra Arhat Art'?

Isn't it a little too fast?

Sensing the changes in his physical body, the overall strength had indeed increased, but the degree of increase was lower than he had imagined.

Of course, this was very likely related to his own internal force not being thick enough to begin with.

He carefully analyzed it in his heart. Compared to medicinal body tempering, the two methods each had their pros and cons. But in Song Yan's eyes, the 'Vajra Arhat Art' should be superior.

The advantage of medicinal body tempering was that the improvement gained from each session was huge, and it concentrated most of the medicinal power to improve certain areas of the body, allowing one to see greater progress in a short period of time.

But the 'Vajra Arhat Art', the improvement gained from one tempering session right now was probably not even one-tenth of a single medicinal tempering session.

It doesn't sound like much, but don't forget, medicinal tempering has an upper limit, and at the fastest, you can only do it once every seven days. Otherwise, the human body has no time to digest the medicinal power, which will lead to extra toxin accumulation.

But the 'Vajra Arhat Art' is different. As long as there is internal force in the body, it can be activated at any time.

Just like now, his internal force had just been exhausted, and new internal force had already begun to slowly generate in his body. Although the speed was slow—according to Song Yan's estimate, it would take at least two shichen for his internal force to return to its optimal state.

Calculated this way, if he didn't rest for a day, he could perform six tempering sessions. Even if halved, that's still three. In seven days, it would be enough for the 'Vajra Arhat Art' to temper the body twenty-one times, which far exceeds medicinal tempering.

Most importantly, he didn't have to worry about toxicity.

Of course, the drawback was also quite obvious. That is, after the 'Vajra Arhat Art' finished tempering the body, he would be in a relatively weak state for a long period of time. If some emergency occurred at this time, it could be dangerous.

Just as Song Yan was pondering in his heart, on the inner side of the bed, Yang Siyao's body was trembling slightly.

Although she had mastered a lot of theoretical knowledge when studying seduction arts, when she felt Song Yan lie down beside her, a trace of panic still couldn't help but well up in her heart.

She was a girl, after all.

When it really came to the most important moment in her life, it was natural to be a little flustered.

She had thought about what might happen next. Would Song Yan suddenly hug her from behind? Or would he, like a crazed wild beast, pounce on her regardless of anything?

No matter what, she probably didn't have much capital to resist.

So, forget it. Just let nature take its course. Since she had already made a decision, there was no need to regret it.

She waited. But the man by her side, apart from the back of his hand accidentally touching her bottom, made no other movement. This made Yang Siyao's heart very discouraged.

Do I really not have a shred of feminine charm? Lying right next to him like this, and he can't even be bothered to make a move. As a woman, this is truly a kind of sorrow.'

I have to say, women are truly a rather strange form of life.

But very quickly, Yang Siyao felt that something was not right. A faint heat wave was coming from behind her, even giving Yang Siyao the illusion of being exposed to the scorching sun. And that wasn't all. She also heard Song Yan's rapid panting.

At this moment, Yang Siyao was relieved. Even a slight arc appeared on the corners of her lips.

She knew that when a man had that kind of impulse, his body temperature would rise and his breathing would become rapid.

In that case, it wasn't that Song Yan had no impulse; he was just trying his best to control it.

I never would have thought that this Song Yan, who was so ruthless when he framed and killed Song Zhen and Yang Miaoqing, would actually be an upright gentleman in front of a woman. She knew it was not easy for a man to control this kind of impulse.

Such a man is perhaps more worthy of relying on.

At the very least, he isn't the kind of scoundrel who just plays around and then casually throws you away when he's bored.

Thinking this, the last trace of resistance in Yang Siyao's heart also disappeared.

The cold moon hung on the branches, and the four fields were silent.

On the bed, Yang Siyao gently twisted her delicate body. A soft and sweet voice broke the silence of the deep night:

"Can you hold me?"

In the darkness, Song Yan's eyes slowly opened.

Was this a direct invitation?

Smiling slightly, Song Yan turned to his side, his long arm stretching out and hooking around Yang Siyao's slender waist.

In that instant, Yang Siyao even had an illusion that what was pressed against her back was a furnace. That scorching temperature seemed to carry an indescribable power, stirring Yang Siyao's impulses. Her eyes gradually began to become hazy.

In her heart, which had always been like a still, ancient well, ripples had arisen.

It's not just men who have impulses; women are the same.

What's more, she was a woman who cultivated seduction arts. It was just that on a normal day, she controlled it very well. But now, that scorching high temperature was like a raging fire, burning away all her shackles.

Desire, like a flood bursting through a dike, swallowed her will.

At this moment, Yang Siyao suddenly had an epiphany. Perhaps, when facing Song Yan, there had never been the slightest bit of resistance in the depths of her heart. There was only a young girl's reserve.

She let out a long breath, took the initiative to grasp Song Yan's palm, and gradually slid it upwards.