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Although Wei Yuan's body had long been tempered by Spiritual Energy, making him exceptionally strong.
His various attributes had shown a trend of explosive growth, and he could easily disregard three, five, or seven ordinary people. Among regular individuals, he could be considered superhuman.
However, compared to Yang Ying, who had practiced superior martial arts for over a decade in the Purple Robe Pavilion, Wei Yuan truly lacked the confidence to win.
Many martial arts predecessors had taught us that when facing a female opponent, especially a beautiful one, with no certainty of victory, one could choose another method: to capture her heart and win without fighting!
At this moment, Wei Yuan felt just that. Hearing Yang Ying admit her concern for him brought him immense satisfaction.
Although he wasn't sure if he could defeat Yang Ying, even if she forcibly tried to embrace him, he might not be able to resist. But at this moment, only a fool would resist.
Even if Yang Ying wanted to take his virtue by force, Wei Yuan wouldn't even furrow his brow or blink; he would willingly present himself.
Setting aside other matters, the distance between them was now merely 0.01 centimeters, as if they were about to merge into one another. At this point, Wei Yuan had no other thoughts.
His mind was already blank because under Yang Ying's pressure, Wei Yuan's ability to think had vanished. The only organ of his that remained functional was already engorged and was defiantly rising towards Yang Ying.
This should have been a very romantic scene; however, it was ruined by Wei Yuan, especially with his lower body stirring restlessly, shattering the atmosphere completely.
Fortunately, Wei Yuan had long realized this issue. To salvage the situation, he had to be ruthless with himself. While they were embraced together, Wei Yuan's hand stealthily reached down and cruelly yanked his arousal aside.
At that moment, the atmosphere returned once more. Yang Ying found her head resting on Wei Yuan's shoulder and softly said, "When I saw the factory fire at Luoxia Mountain on TV, I really worried about you. You must take care of yourself."
Yang Ying did not express any futile pleas for Wei Yuan to stop fighting because she understood the unresolvable hatred between Wei Yuan and Xu Feng; they could only fight until the last moment—no retreat and no surrender.
In fact, due to her uncertainty about Wei Yuan's strength, she mistakenly assessed the situation as one where Wei Yuan was at a disadvantage. Coupled with the raging fire, her concern for Wei Yuan's safety intensified.
Yes, Wei Yuan did not tell anyone that the fire was actually staged and orchestrated by himself, including Lan Xue and Yang Ying, his two close confidantes. He kept this a secret.
This was not because he did not trust the two girls; rather, he did not want them to be involved in this matter, as it would bring them no benefit.
That is why Yang Ying, unaware of the truth, thought of Wei Yuan when she saw the fire at Luoxia Mountain.
Moreover, if it weren't for his concealment and that fire which could have cost him his life, perhaps neither Wei Yuan nor Yang Ying would have realized that Wei Yuan had already filled a place in her heart.
It was just that she was momentarily afraid to face her own feelings. After experiencing what could have been a life-and-death situation, Yang Ying came to understand that on that night, Wei Yuan gained not only her body but also her entire heart.
Although their relationship trajectory was somewhat different from that of typical couples, it was hard to compare which form was better. At least now, when they embraced each other, there was no discomfort between them.
More importantly, it seemed that after experiencing such intimacy, they no longer felt the awkwardness typical of newly dating couples; instead, they could easily understand each other's thoughts.
Perhaps this was because both had placed each other in their hearts that night. After all, it was their first time together. When you truly care for someone and observe them closely, you can grasp some of each other's thoughts.
"You must be under a lot of pressure lately," Yang Ying blurted out as they held each other.
After all, she belonged to the previous generation's Purple Robe Marquis as a direct disciple. Although she was about the same age as him, she had over a decade of experience in medicine.
Her childhood was spent surrounded by the scent of herbs. Traditional Chinese medicine emphasizes observation and diagnosis, so Yang Ying could discern Wei Yuan's inner troubles just by observing him with her own eyes and using her imagination.
Every man longs to meet an understanding girl, so Yang Ying's unintentional remark warmed Wei Yuan's heart.
That self-directed arson case not only dragged Xu Feng down completely but also resolved the doubts Yang Ying had harbored about herself regarding Wei Yuan. Perhaps before this, even she did not know why Wei Yuan's shadow had lingered deep within her heart since that night.
Sometimes she would think that if Wei Yuan had known her first, then the process of their relationship, although somewhat reversed, might not necessarily mean it couldn't continue.
No woman can forget her first man, and during the six months with Wei Yuan, Yang Ying had experienced too many firsts with him.
The first accidental encounter on the bus, the first time being chased, the first inexplicable fluttering of the heart, the first awkward sharing of a bed.
These scenes seemed to replay endlessly in her mind, never forgotten.
When their eyes met, Wei Yuan did not directly answer her question; instead, the restlessness and anxiety in his gaze seemed to have vanished, leaving only deep affection and even a kind of almost desperate desire.
A truly understanding girl knows what this man is thinking at this moment; it's just that Yang Ying hasn't taken the initiative to that extent yet.
However, Wei Yuan was no longer that shy novice; he had learned when a man should take the initiative.
Thus, with such eye contact, Wei Yuan naturally understood what he should do at this moment. Yang Ying had already slightly closed her eyes, and Wei Yuan leaned in naturally, turned his face slightly, and kissed her lips.
His hands were also busy, slowly climbing up Yang Ying's waist. Everything came naturally without any instruction; it was so effortless and harmonious.
Yang Ying was a woman who easily evoked primal impulses in men. Although she wasn't flirtatious and sometimes carried a hint of aloofness, her face was incredibly alluring—not in a deliberately sexy way.
At twenty years old, a blossoming young woman should be innocent and lovely. Yet Yang Ying possessed a charm that only mature women have. Her pair of phoenix eyes sparkled with allure, captivating anyone who looked at her. The way she opened and closed her mouth sparked endless imagination, further enhanced by the sweet scent she exuded at that moment.
Moreover, her sensuality was undeniable despite being well-covered; it was an innate allure that could not be masked no matter how much she tried to disguise it.
Furthermore, despite her young age, which girl wouldn't care about her figure?
Coming from Purple Robe Pavilion, Yang Ying naturally knew many tips to enhance her physique. Thus, under long-term health management, she could be considered to have a perfect golden ratio.
If measured by the golden ratio, perhaps some things that are not quite right can only be considered as that pair of overflowing and snow-white **, which is indeed somewhat exaggerated and hard to grasp. However, Wei Yuan could not let go of them.
A long kiss felt like it lasted a century for the two of them. What intertwined was not just saliva, but also their feelings for each other, which erupted without reservation at that moment.
Wei Yuan had already shed his previous youthfulness and shyness. After spending time together, he had gradually figured out how to interact with girls. Although the nuances of a girl were difficult to grasp, there were still clues to follow.
There was a saying that if a man thinks he can completely understand women, then he is either a fool or an idiot.
Wei Yuan absolutely agreed with this statement. Complete understanding was impossible, but in this situation, he could still slightly grasp what Yang Ying was thinking in her heart, and naturally knew what he should do next.
The two continued to kiss, but Wei Yuan's hands did not remain idle. Slowly, he withdrew from that pair of overflowing and snow-white ** and began to move towards Yang Ying's back.
Gradually, his hands fell between Yang Ying's thighs. With a slight push, he helped her adapt to the sensation, then firmly held on, slowly lifting her up.
In an instant, he lifted Yang Ying's entire body. Her legs naturally wrapped around his waist, like a koala clinging to him.
At this moment, they should have returned to the room in that direction. However, unexpectedly, a noise suddenly came from Han Ling's room, catching Wei Yuan off guard. His mind went blank as he instinctively issued one command: do not let Han Ling see them.
So naturally, they found themselves near the bathroom in the house, with the bathroom door slightly ajar. Wei Yuan quickly embraced Yang Ying and moved into the bathroom.
After slowly closing the door, although they continued to kiss passionately, both of their ears perked up as they listened to the sounds outside.
However, soon after the sound of something like a book falling to the ground faded away, they could no longer hear any noise from Han Ling's room.
Only then did they both breathe a sigh of relief. Wei Yuan casually closed the bathroom door, allowing them to finally loosen their embrace.
But soon after, Wei Yuan's mind was overtaken by a primal urge. Especially at this moment, with Yang Ying's long hair disheveled, her breathing rapid and her face slightly flushed, she exuded an innate sensuality that irresistibly ** Wei Yuan.
After experiencing the joy of boudoir, sometimes men always like to pursue different methods and places to enjoy different stimulation and fun. So with Wei Yuan's initiative and Yang Ying's cooperation, the two people soon began to face each other naked again. This time, Yang Ying who was awake was obviously facing Wei Yuan's murder weapon. His face was extremely red, as if he was drunk. Of course, if there is only one woman who likes a man, when it reaches this level, a smart woman will not disappoint the man she likes, nor will she refuse his slightly less excessive fun and demands. Although when I had such close contact with Wei Yuan for the second time, Yang Ying naturally still had more traditional thoughts and hoped to be in the room. However, since I saw Wei Yuan and was already ready to make a move, Yang Ying naturally also I won't spoil the atmosphere at this time. Instead, she mustered up the courage and actively cooperated with Wei Yuan, and after the two of them were naked, she moved herself together. Everything is so harmonious and harmonious. Although Wei Yuan lacks practical experience, living in such an era, as long as you are willing, there are many channels, which guarantees that most men can be a virgin with rich theoretical knowledge. So at this time, Wei Yuan was not selfish enough to only care about his own happiness, but fully considered Yang Ying's emotions. He knew that in such an environment, a girl would obviously feel a little awkward. If you still adopt a more forceful approach at this time, it may not be suitable, so Wei Yuan tries to be gentler so that Yang Ying can relax both physically and mentally. Soon after Wei Yuan fully exerted his gentleness belonging to a man to the extreme, Yang Ying was obviously emotional, and the eyes looking at Wei Yuan were even more affectionate. Seeing that the time was right, Wei Yuan naturally raised his gun and mounted his horse, completely immersing himself in her body. The two of them completely merged into one at this moment. Immediately afterwards, Yang Ying obviously felt a strong sense of fulfillment filling his entire body, and the blending and collision of souls were going on at the same time at this moment. Although it is obvious that he is still not used to Wei Yuan's murder weapon, the strong love he feels is definitely enough to cover up all this. Both of them have very good skills now, so when they cooperate with each other, they are more perfect than the ordinary Couple. In many cases, it is even as if they are fighting with others, and they are connected with each other. You can completely guess the other person's thoughts at this time and cooperate with the other person, instead of just caring about your own happiness. Only in this way can you truly achieve another level of integration.
Gradually, Yang Ying's discomfort had disappeared. Although it was somewhat strenuous for both of them in this cramped space, especially since Wei Yuan was already a head taller than Yang Ying, standing face to face in such a challenging position made it difficult for Wei Yuan, who could only half-squat.
He wrapped his arms around Yang Ying, both of them savoring this wonderful moment. Although Wei Yuan's body was already quite strong, especially after being cleansed by Spiritual Energy, this persistence seemed somewhat unnecessary. He also feared that Yang Ying might find it difficult, so after looking around, he simply lifted Yang Ying onto the platform of the sink.
Thus, the sounds of heavy breathing and bodies colliding echoed continuously in the restroom at that moment.
About half an hour passed before Wei Yuan began to feel slightly fatigued. Although the attributes of his body had surged under the cleansing of Spiritual Energy, his endurance during physical activity had somewhat declined.
After all, the force he needed to bear had increased compared to before, which was quite normal. However, due to Wei Yuan's long-term training, he quickly returned to his original state.
Even so, for the original Wei Yuan, half an hour of exertion was still somewhat taxing. Being in the restroom undeniably brought a very different sense of novelty and excitement, but it was indeed tiring.
Such attempts might be feasible occasionally, but over the long term, they would likely become daunting.
After a round of release, both felt an incredibly refreshing sensation. This is why so many men and women are so enthusiastic about this matter.
However, when Wei Yuan and Yang Ying were together, there was less concern typical of a normal couple. Although they didn't use protection, Yang Ying belonged to the Purple Robe Pavilion, a sect with a thousand-year legacy that naturally had its own unique methods of contraception.
Otherwise, wouldn't people in ancient times all have numerous descendants? How could those places of pleasure continue to operate?
This was also something Wei Yuan learned from the annotations in the Medicine King Divine Canon. Although Yang Ying used rather obscure language when explaining this part, she likely considered that it was genuinely addressing human needs and understood that it shouldn't be taken lightly. Therefore, she explained it in her own words later on.
It was precisely because of this that Wei Yuan didn't have to worry about her understanding how to take precautions, which saved him quite a bit of trouble.
After no longer having such worries, the two did not leave each other after their encounter and instead merged together. Wei Yuan stood by the sink, holding Yang Ying, who was sitting on it, and suddenly blurted out, "I'm sorry."
Yang Ying naturally knew that he was referring to Lan Xue. It was precisely Lan Xue's presence that made the relationship between this couple even more special. Even though Yang Ying knew she liked Wei Yuan, she would strictly control herself.
However, after that accidental incident, they ended up in a relationship. Perhaps because he was her first man, Yang Ying couldn't help but care for him. When she saw the fire at Luoxia Mountain, the usually strong Yang Ying actually cried.
Only when her inner worries reached their peak did she show tears, and such an extreme expression of worry could only occur when facing someone very close to her.
At that moment, Yang Ying realized that Wei Yuan had always been very important to her.
In the past, she might have been able to deceive herself, but now that it had come to this point, Yang Ying understood that her heart had been completely captured; it could no longer be controlled by herself.
Yang Ying bit her lower lip and looked at Wei Yuan with a gaze that said, "I've met her. I think if I were a man, I would like her too."
Wei Yuan didn't understand whether her words were a form of self-deprecation or if she genuinely thought Lan Xue was a good girl. After all, being in such a situation was quite difficult to handle.
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