Ulan Xiuwei's complexion was visibly rosy, but Yang Feilong, worried about her experiencing the same situation as before, kissed her again. His hands, which had been incredibly well-behaved earlier, were now no longer so.
Because he had been too proper before, Ulan Xiuwei had thought he was only treating her to cure her illness, and that once she was well, he would abandon her.
Thus, she fell into despair, having a death wish.
To prevent such a thing from happening again, Yang Feilong had no choice but to relinquish his control over his hands and feet.
Well, although he still occasionally did some slightly out-of-line things involuntarily, his self-control was much better than before.
Perhaps it was because he had overcome the eighth tribulation of his body!
Ulan Xiuwei's breathing grew more rapid, but her complexion became even more rosy, which was normal.
She could feel his infatuation with her. He had even done those intimate things; it couldn't have been just to cure her illness, otherwise, as a gentleman, why would he have done that?
She hugged Yang Feilong's head, allowing him to be more unrestrained.
It wasn't noticeable before, but Ulan Xiuwei's "fare" was quite good. After trying it with practical action, Yang Feilong couldn't help but give it a thumbs-up. This would definitely not starve a child, and it could even nourish two children.
Yang Feilong wouldn't be so direct with other women on the first encounter, but Ulan Xiuwei's situation was special; she was seriously ill, and serious illnesses naturally required potent medicine.
In fact, there was another method: introducing the love蛊 (gu) into his own body.
But that also had its problems. He would need Ulan Xiuwei to genuinely believe that he liked her from the bottom of her heart.
Otherwise, even if he introduced the love蛊 into his own body, it would be useless.
And introducing the love蛊 wasn't necessarily beneficial for Ulan Xiuwei either, because the love蛊 contained Ulan Xiuwei's vital essence blood and her soul, which would greatly reduce her cultivation talent.
So, the best approach was to tame the love蛊!
As for how to tame it?
That depended on Yang Feilong's skill, making Ulan Xiuwei willingly accept his other women, not minding them.
In this way, the love蛊 within Ulan Xiuwei would no longer backfire!
This was a last resort.
And so, Yang Feilong proceeded to use eighteen different methods on Ulan Xiuwei in the room, making her eyes glaze over many times.
"Why... why didn't you take me?" Ulan Xiuwei's voice trembled, unsure if it was from losing too much or from being too intensely worked by Yang Feilong. Although there was no actual combat, as a maiden of pure body, just holding hands with Yang Feilong had made her heart flutter for days. She was lucky to have survived this shocking behavior!
However, she was now infinitely better than her previous weak state.
She could even actively spar with Yang Feilong later on.
Of course, those moves were taught to her by Yang Feilong. Despite her extreme shyness, she always kept in mind the mentality of "follow the chicken when married to a chicken, follow the dog when married to a dog." Therefore, she obeyed Yang Feilong's instructions; whatever he told her to do, she did.
In fact, Yang Feilong had been on the verge of devouring Ulan Xiuwei many times, but he held back.
Because many people outside were anxiously waiting. Although he was doing this for her health, he couldn't go too far, right?
Of course, it still felt a bit strange.
"Now you know I won't abandon you, right? My little Weiwei," Yang Feilong said with a smile.
"Mmm," Ulan Xiuwei replied sweetly.
At this moment, her complexion was even better than before the backlash.
Her mental block was resolved, the love蛊 had been pacified, and combined with the soul-healing elixirs she had taken midway, Ulan Xiuwei was now almost fully recovered.
Perhaps, if they had truly engaged in dual cultivation for a few rounds, she would have been completely healed, and her cultivation might have even soared.
Ulan Xiuwei was a very gentle woman. She didn't dress herself but instead proactively served Yang Feilong by dressing him.
"You dress me, and later I'll dress you," Yang Feilong let Ulan Xiuwei dress him. Seeing her busy herself for him, so virtuous and docile, he couldn't help but tease her.
"No, a man is the head of the household, how can he do this for a woman?" Ulan Xiuwei retorted, blushing.
"Since I am the head of the household, if I like to do this, you can only obey, right?" Yang Feilong grunted.
"Ah?" Ulan Xiuwei blinked. Could it be like this?
It was absolutely not because of Ulan Xiuwei's good figure that Yang Feilong wanted to do this, nor because he could be a bit handsy during the process of dressing. It was simply because he felt sorry for her, having just recovered from a serious illness, and seeing her so virtuous and docile, he wanted to take care of her.
This mutual dressing process took nearly an hour.
Ahem, the buttons on the clothes were difficult to fasten, partly. More importantly, the bright light was too dazzling and flashed into Yang Feilong's eyes, prompting him to inspect again. After inspection, there were no flaws; it was pure and natural.
After all, the Witchcraft Tribe was a tribe closest to nature.
Although Ulan Xiuwei finally put on clothes, they were not the ones she had worn before. Thinking back to the heavy rain earlier, she looked at Yang Feilong with a mix of shyness and annoyance, for him to have watched her like that.
"Alright, my little Shuishui," Yang Feilong comforted her.
"Little Shuishui?" Ulan Xiuwei glared at Yang Feilong angrily.
"Ah? Cough cough, little Weiwei!" Yang Feilong gave a dry laugh and brushed it off, having accidentally blurted out his true thoughts.
Ulan Xiuwei wasn't truly angry; it was mostly shyness.
She really hadn't expected to wet the bed at her age!
And while she was awake. She felt too embarrassed!
"Don't be angry. Most girls don't get to experience that. That wasn't wetting the bed, it was..." Yang Feilong hugged Ulan Xiuwei and whispered in her ear, "I like it the most!"
"Really?" Ulan Xiuwei suppressed her shyness.
"Of course, why would I lie to you? My little darling," Yang Feilong promised, then kissed her forehead, which was as white and jade-like as ever.
Ulan Xiuwei, swayed by Yang Feilong's sweet talk, was no longer angry but mostly shy, and even more so, happy.
Now, she didn't mind Yang Feilong having other women. She hadn't cared much before, but now she didn't care at all. His methods were too numerous, and she simply couldn't handle them. Moreover, after what she had experienced, he still...
She alone really couldn't satisfy him!
She was overwhelmed!
"Alright, adjust your emotions. Everyone is very worried about you and waiting outside now," Yang Feilong said, looking at the blush-covered Ulan Xiuwei.
"Ah?" Ulan Xiuwei was so ashamed she wanted to find a hole to crawl into. So many people were waiting outside, and she had been fooling around with him like that.
She felt utterly mortified.
Also, had people outside heard her shameless noises just now?
"Don't worry, I set up a formation in the room earlier, so nothing could be heard from outside," Yang Feilong explained, knowing how shy Ulan Xiuwei was.
Hearing this, Ulan Xiuwei felt a little better, but still felt incredibly embarrassed.
She was somewhat afraid to go out.
"How about you go out by yourself later!" Ulan Xiuwei wanted to be an ostrich. "Just say I'm almost recovered."
"If you don't go out, and they come in to visit you, the smell in this room won't dissipate so easily," Yang Feilong teased. "Aren't you afraid they'll sense something?"
"Ah..." Ulan Xiuwei looked blankly adorable. Now it was inevitable that she had to go out.
She endured her shyness and took a long time to compose herself.
Seeing Ulan Xiuwei like this, Yang Feilong knew she was thin-skinned, so he took her small hand and said, "No need to adjust. This is fine, and it saves explanations!"
Then he pulled Ulan Xiuwei out of the room.