Chapter 67: Your Reward
Seeing Yang Sixue on the bed, his nose grew hot, and he almost had a nosebleed.
Yang Sixue was lying on the bed, twisting her body restlessly, possibly due to discomfort. Her soft, slender waist writhed like a water snake. Her rain-soaked clothes, still not dry, clung to her body and perfectly outlined her exquisite figure. Her legs were especially captivating: long, shapely, and snowy white, with the luster of fine jade.
The stunning sight made blood rush to Zhao Dong's head.
Zhao Dong swallowed hard, trying to calm himself as he looked at her. "What's wrong?"
Yang Sixue was panting heavily, her face flushed and her phoenix eyes glazed over. "I... I'm so dizzy," she murmured, "My body feels awful, Zhao Dong. I feel so sick... my head hurts."
Zhao Dong frowned. He knew this was when the alcohol was truly hitting her. His first instinct was to leave and not get involved. But Yang Sixue's face was a mask of pain, her complexion deathly pale. "My head hurts so much... It's agony, Zhao Dong. What do I do...?"
Gritting his teeth, Zhao Dong went to get a cup of water and placed it on her bedside table. "Here's some water. Drink a little."
Yang Sixue struggled to open her eyes. Seeing the water, she picked it up and took a sip, but then her hand went limp, spilling the contents all over herself and the bed.
Helpless, Zhao Dong started to clean up the spill when he noticed her complexion looked off. He instinctively reached out and placed his hand on her forehead.
"You're burning up!"
Zhao Dong then remembered she had been caught in the rain. Her body was scorching hot; no wonder she felt so awful! Between the alcohol and the high fever, a normal person wouldn't be able to handle it.
Yang Sixue kept her eyes squeezed shut, biting her lip hard. Her face was a portrait of suffering as tears streamed down her cheeks. "It hurts... I feel so sick..."
As she murmured, her body burning like a furnace, Yang Sixue actually began to take off her clothes.
The scene unfolding before he could stop her left him stunned.
I'm going crazy. I'm a man, a perfectly normal man! And Yang Sixue is devastatingly beautiful, with such a perfect, seductive figure... Right now, she radiates an intoxicating allure... Even a saint couldn't resist a scene like this!
Zhao Dong rushed to pull the curtains closed—it would be disastrous if anyone outside saw. He then quickly draped a blanket over her.
Yang Sixue kicked the blanket off with one foot. Dazed, she opened her eyes and saw Zhao Dong, her gaze hazy. "Why... are you still here?"
Zhao Dong scratched his head. "Are you okay?"
"I... my head hurts, it's so hot, I feel awful..." Yang Sixue's voice trembled. Her head was splitting, and tears continued to stream down her face.
Zhao Dong bit his lip. It was difficult to see her in so much pain. Drunk and with a high fever, she couldn't take any medicine. Just toughing it out might not be enough. It was still raining, so taking her to the hospital would mean getting soaked again. Zhao Dong said helplessly, "I can help you... but please don't blame me for being presumptuous."
Yang Sixue still had a thread of consciousness left. She clutched the bedsheet tightly. "Okay... I... I won't blame you."
Zhao Dong gave a bitter, internal smile. I certainly don't want to take advantage of her predicament, but I'm out of options!
He acted at once.
Zhao Dong moved to her side, gathered her into his arms, placed his hands on either side of her lower abdomen, and began to circulate his Spiritual Energy.
As the Spiritual Energy flowed into her body, Yang Sixue felt an immediate, refreshing sensation. The pain in her head lessened in an instant! She opened her eyes slightly and stared at Zhao Dong, her gaze filled with shock. As her mind cleared, she also realized her upper body was bare...
"AH!" Yang Sixue shrieked, on the verge of tears. She scrambled to cover herself as Zhao Dong quickly shut his eyes.
"It wasn't me," he said hastily. "You did it yourself."
Yang Sixue glared at him, her cheeks so red they looked like they might bleed. "You took advantage of me!"
"I didn't!"
"You're a pervert!"
Furious and mortified, Yang Sixue quickly pulled some clothes over herself.
"I really didn't," Zhao Dong said helplessly. "Don't move. You have a fever. Let me treat you."
Yang Sixue pursed her lips, looking at Zhao Dong shyly. She could feel that her body was indeed feeling better. Despite her embarrassment and anger, she held herself back.
Their position was quite intimate. Zhao Dong didn't want to reveal that he possessed Spiritual Energy. The concepts of a cultivator and a Cultivator were different. Most people had heard of cultivators; they were essentially just Martial Artists, powerful but still considered acceptable by mainstream society. Cultivators, however, were another matter entirely. They operated outside the known worldview, and ordinary people were almost completely unaware of their existence. Only Cultivators could possess Spiritual Energy, and being one was Zhao Dong's greatest secret. If it were ever exposed, it would almost certainly lead to his death.
Therefore, Zhao Dong quickly retracted his Spiritual Energy and switched to using massage techniques on her body, secretly masking the fact that he was transferring energy.
Soon, Yang Sixue's condition improved. Watching Zhao Dong earnestly massage her, she felt a mixture of shyness and gratitude, and was deeply moved. Zhao Dong's clothes were also still damp, and from her angle, she had a clear view of his powerful physique. She couldn't help but feel a strange flutter in her heart, and her body felt oddly tense...
What if I were still drunk? Would Zhao Dong and I... do something indescribable? The moment the thought appeared, she was startled. Heavens, how could I think something like that! she thought, recoiling from the idea.
Very quickly, Yang Sixue felt her headache vanish. She had even sobered up. Her feverish, dizzy mind became clear, and she felt incredibly refreshed and comfortable.
Zhao Dong withdrew his hands, glanced at her, and wiped the sweat from his brow. "You're fine now. Remember not to drink so much next time. It's bad for you."
"I understand... thank you," Yang Sixue whispered, her voice barely audible, her face flushed with shyness.
Zhao Dong got up to leave, but Yang Sixue suddenly looked at him, her eyes holding an unusual glint.
"Zhao Dong..."
"Hm?"
"Um, before... I promised I would let you see something..."
Zhao Dong was taken aback. Before he could process her words, her slender hand moved to the buttons of her clothing...
Her fingers gently undid a button...
...
Zhao Dong's body stiffened.
Yang Sixue closed her eyes and turned her head away, her exquisite profile a deep shade of crimson. Biting her lower lip, overcome with shyness, she murmured, "Do you see it?"
Zhao Dong swallowed hard; he felt as if all the blood in his body was rushing to his head.
GULP!
He swallowed again, his mind going completely blank.
"I see it..."
"That's enough, then..."
Biting her lip, too shy to look at him, Yang Sixue hurriedly buttoned her clothes. With her head bowed and eyes downcast, she spoke in a voice that was barely a whisper, "You're the only one who has ever seen. I must have been crazy today. You can't tell anyone about this, and don't tell Qingyun. I feel like I've wronged her."
A guilty look crossed her face. She really felt she must have been insane today. Maybe it was Cheng Haoyuan's provocation, or the alcohol, or perhaps it was the way Zhao Dong disregarded his own life to push her out of the car's path... In their short time together, Zhao Dong's image had been seared into her heart.
Zhao Dong shook his head, coming back to his senses. He looked at Yang Sixue. He didn't say anything, but his eyes seemed to say a lot.
Suddenly, Zhao Dong raised an eyebrow. He scanned the room, then walked over to a cabinet, looked under the TV, and began searching in the corners of the room for something.
Yang Sixue was confused. "What's wrong?"
A moment later, Zhao Dong's expression turned grim. He opened his palm. "Look at this."
Yang Sixue's gaze followed his, and she gasped in shock. "This... what is this?"