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Chapter 128: Ambiguity is Innocent (Part 1)
What was meant to be a playful encounter turned into a painful lesson for Wei Yuan.
Wei Yuan found himself in a tragic situation. He had been flirting with Yang Ying, but now he was caught off guard by her expertise. After all, she was raised in a medicinal environment, and no matter how clever Wei Yuan thought he was, he never anticipated her cunning.
"Master, I was wrong; my underwear is gone."
Wei Yuan could smell the foul odor on his hands, a disgusting mix of animal waste and blood that was far worse than roasted rats or fried cockroaches. The level of disgust was nearly five stars.
Wei Yuan was almost ready to take off his underwear and wave it as a white flag in surrender.
At that moment, when Wei Yuan opened the bottle cap, Yang Ying had already dragged Han Ling away to escape. Seeing Wei Yuan's predicament, Yang Ying couldn't care less about her image and collapsed onto the living room sofa, laughing uncontrollably.
It turns out that only a woman who can withstand the test of laughter can truly be called beautiful. Even Zhang Bozhi and Zhao Wei, when they laugh heartily, reveal their terrifying gums, which is quite frightening.
However, despite Yang Ying's raucous laughter, her beauty remained undiminished; instead, her smile made her appear even more lively and enchanting, with sparkling eyes that were captivating.
"What on earth are these things?"
Wei Yuan had already moved his hands away casually but still felt the lingering stench that rivaled that of socks left to rot for months.
At this moment, Han Ling chimed in, "Yang Ying, stop messing with him."
Yang Ying finally managed to control herself. It's difficult to stop laughing once one starts; even though she tried hard to cover her mouth, she still couldn't help but let out some giggles.
Seeing her reaction and then looking at Wei Yuan's embarrassment made Han Ling unable to suppress a smile as well. After several attempts to contain herself, Yang Ying finally managed to stop laughing and said, "This is Dragon's Blood Herb mixed with Phosphorus Powder; the main ingredient is Dragon Droppings, along with Snake Birth and Eucommia..."
"I'm not asking about the ingredients, I'm asking how to get rid of it."
Wei Yuan couldn't believe that this stuff could be washed away with plain water. At that moment, he appeared somewhat embarrassed and angry. In fact, the foul smell that kept wafting over, combined with a choking scent of blood, was almost enough to make him vomit up what he had eaten that evening.
Yang Ying said leisurely, "Why bother getting rid of it? Isn't it great like this? You're the center of attention wherever you go."
Seeing her still making light of the situation, Wei Yuan immediately became furious. Taking advantage of the lingering stench on him, he chose a childish way to retaliate: "Is it great? I'll let you try it too."
The large pills in the white bottle and the Dragon's Blood Herb contained in the cap were clearly not the same substance. It was obvious that Yang Ying had deliberately set this up to prank Wei Yuan; other bottles probably didn't contain anything good either.
Wei Yuan had no idea what the components of this Dragon's Blood Herb were, but it seemed that adding Phosphorus Powder had caused some chemical reaction, which was why it ignited sparks and emitted a foul odor upon contact. However, it posed no harm to his body.
At this moment, seeing Yang Ying still being unrelenting with her words, Wei Yuan felt wronged and decided to let Yang Ying have a taste as well. He freed one hand to hold the bottle cap and slowly walked toward her.
"Don't do this."
By the time Han Ling tried to intervene, it was already too late. However, she knew that Yang Ying was a sensible girl who wouldn't casually use harmful substances to tease Wei Yuan. So she simply stepped back to avoid getting dragged into their antics.
"Sister Han Ling, save me!" Yang Ying cried out when she saw Wei Yuan angrily approaching her.
Han Ling pretended not to hear. Although Yang Ying was quite capable, the foul odor emanating from Wei Yuan was her kryptonite. She naturally loved cleanliness and didn't want to get contaminated by whatever was on him. As a result, Wei Yuan managed to overpower her instead.
As Wei Yuan drew closer, Yang Ying jumped onto the sofa and ran toward her room, preparing to shut the door. Wei Yuan quickly rushed over and pushed his body against the door, successfully squeezing himself inside.
At that moment, a hint of terror appeared on Yang Ying's face. This expression was something Wei Yuan rarely got to see on her. He couldn't understand why this strong and fierce girl would show such fear. Seeing her like this made him feel an unexpected thrill, much like a thief who had stolen something precious.
"I'm going to take care of it for you, okay? Don't be like this."
Yang Ying seemed a bit weak at this point. Although she knew what was on her body, upon hearing this, Wei Yuan couldn't help but think inappropriately.
Wei Yuan clearly wasn't willing to let it go; he wanted Yang Ying to experience it herself: "It's too late, Master, why don't you give it a try?"
Just as Wei Yuan was about to rush forward, perhaps due to being overly excited, his feet accidentally tangled together, causing him to lose his balance and tumble forward.
Naturally, standing right in front of him was Yang Ying. Wei Yuan initially just wanted to scare her, but due to this twist of fate, he ended up landing on top of Yang Ying, and they both fell onto her bed.
For someone like Wei Yuan, a pure-hearted virgin, this situation was incredibly tense. When he got nervous, his subconscious instinctively sought something to grab onto, much like a woman pulling on her husband's collar during childbirth.
As a result, he instinctively reached out: "It feels pretty soft and is actually a bit bigger than it looks. And it's real—what a gem."
At that moment, Wei Yuan realized he might have grabbed the wrong thing. By the time he wanted to pull his hand back, it was already too late because Yang Ying was pinned beneath him with no gap between them; only his hand remained in the middle like a sandwich.
"Pervert! Let go!" Yang Ying was furious.
In fact, the moment Wei Yuan grabbed her, he could clearly feel Yang Ying's entire body trembling intensely; it was evident that her sensitive spot was right there.
"I'm sorry, it was an accident."
Wei Yuan's thoughts were sincere, but saying this now wasn't appropriate. Upon hearing this, Yang Ying immediately felt that this guy had taken advantage of the situation and was now pretending to be innocent.
Struggling hard to pull his hand away from that obviously sensitive area, Wei Yuan appeared reluctant but also understood the consequences of continuing. It was like touching a fresh meat bun sold by the roadside; if you don't buy it, you shouldn't touch it—once you've touched it too much, you'll have to take responsibility.
"Oh no, this seems even worse."
At this moment, Wei Yuan realized that there had originally been a hand supporting the distance between them. Now that Wei Yuan had pulled it away, their bodies were suddenly pressed tightly together.
Wei Yuan felt a soft firmness against his chest, his face pressed closely against Yang Ying's. Even when she struggled to speak, her breath was fragrant, captivating Wei Yuan immensely.
This girl must have added some special herbal medicine to her toothpaste, as the effect was indeed remarkable.
Yang Ying appeared particularly shy, her face flushed with embarrassment, and her tone carried a hint of irritation: "You... get up!"
"I can't get up. If I do, you'll definitely scold me."
Wei Yuan was not being lewd; it was just that at the moment he fell onto the bed, the cap of the bottle he was holding in his left hand had already spilled the Dragon's Blood Herb powder, which scattered underneath Yang Ying's short skirt.
He even heard a faint sound as Yang Ying's skirt caught a few sparks. However, the people from Purple Robe Pavilion had added some secret ingredients when making this kind of medicinal powder, so these flames were harmless and quickly extinguished.
Nevertheless, part of her skirt was burned away. At this point, if Wei Yuan got up, Yang Ying would immediately feel a chill. Therefore, he couldn't get up at all; he was afraid that if Yang Ying accidentally lost control, she might hurt him. Out of nervousness, his other hand naturally climbed onto her...
"I'm not going to hit you or scold you. Can you please just get up?"
Yang Ying's words were clearly tinged with a sobbing tone. Although she was quite skilled and could easily defeat Wei Yuan within ten moves, with his weight pressing down on her and serious contact with her sensitive areas, the situation was entirely different.
"I don't believe you; you always lie to me," Wei Yuan said earnestly.
Yang Ying finally endured and replied, "I won't lie to you about this, okay?"
Wei Yuan seemed to be pushing his luck: "I still don't believe you unless you swear."
"Uh... the most poisonous woman's heart."
Suddenly, Yang Ying couldn't hold back any longer and instinctively used her knee to jab at a certain spot on Wei Yuan. Although it seemed strong, she had felt that the more intense their physical contact became, the more Wei Yuan's position stood tall as if to challenge her.
However, that spot was actually vulnerable to harm. Yang Ying was clearly mindful of her strength, but with such a sudden jab, Wei Yuan's face instantly contorted in pain.
Yang Ying hadn't realized the severity of the situation. After breaking free from Wei Yuan's restraint, she rolled over and laughed heartily at him, saying, "You bastard, I've put up with you for a long time!"
Wei Yuan nearly burst into tears, looking utterly wronged as he said, "Sister, why did you hit there? I haven't even used it yet!"
Seeing his reaction seemed genuine and not feigned, Yang Ying's expression changed. Coming from a medical background, she knew all too well what serious consequences could arise from a man's sensitive area being struck. If it were severe enough, it could even affect his ability to have children.
If a man touched a woman's chest and had to take responsibility, it was somewhat reasonable; at least if he chose to take responsibility, he could enjoy it for a lifetime.
But if a woman kicked a man in that area and had to take responsibility, that would be unreasonable. She would have to remain single for life; she was only twenty years old—he couldn't ruin her life!
Realizing the seriousness of the problem, Yang Ying suddenly noticed that part of her skirt had already disappeared.
She rolled over from the bed and looked at Wei Yuan's face, asking, "Are you okay? You absolutely can't have any issues. If you do, I'll go get the medicine box and help you apply some medicine or do acupuncture!"
In such a situation, Yang Ying could only treat it as a dead horse being used as a live horse doctor. In reality, she had no experience in healing others and was at a loss for what to do. While Wei Yuan held back his tears, hers were on the verge of spilling.
Could something really be wrong? Would he really be unable to function?
Would he really expect her to take responsibility? She hadn't even experienced a man's taste yet; please don't ruin her!
At this moment, Yang Ying's anxious demeanor and flustered actions revealed her true feelings without reservation.
"Why is this happening to me?"
Wei Yuan's tone was as desolate as that of a male protagonist betrayed in a movie, but in reality, he just wanted to use this opportunity to divert Yang Ying's anger. He realized that Yang Ying had already sensed the issue with her skirt; she was covering her thighs with the blanket.
Of course, it was merely to avoid embarrassment, but Wei Yuan knew she was already furious. If he didn't come up with something even more serious to distract her, he feared he would be skinned alive by her.
At that moment, the man's feet were entangled together. As Yang Ying prepared to knee him, he felt her legs starting to move. So, Wei Yuan cleverly shifted his body and skillfully dodged the kick, making Yang Ying believe he had sustained a serious injury.
"I really didn't mean to," Yang Ying said, feeling tears welling up.
"I didn't mean it earlier either, and this time was definitely not intentional," Wei Yuan said as he forcefully lifted the blanket wrapped around Yang Ying's skirt.
"I know, I don't blame you anymore. You need to get better quickly."
Although Yang Ying wanted nothing more than to take Wei Yuan down right then and there, she couldn't bring herself to do it. Seeing Wei Yuan in pain stirred something within her heart.
However, Wei Yuan couldn't help but tease her further, "You really don't blame me? Swear it."
At that moment, Yang Ying had a strong desire to throw Wei Yuan off the balcony because she felt deceived. Wei Yuan was barely able to contain his laughter at her expense.
On one hand, he enjoyed the chance to mess with Yang Ying a bit; seeing her so anxious made him feel quite pleased. On the other hand, due to the Dragon's Blood Herb and Phosphorus Powder they had encountered earlier, which were no ordinary substances, they had accidentally spilled onto Yang Ying's skirt when they fell onto the bed.
Wei Yuan had experienced firsthand that this kind of powder would ignite upon contact with fabric. Although it could be harmful to humans, it was enough to destroy clothing materials.
So when Yang Ying's skirt was nearly ruined by the powder, the moment Wei Yuan lifted the blanket and saw her cute fitted shorts underneath, he couldn't help but burst into laughter.
The scene before them was truly ridiculous and funny, making it hard to hold back laughter.
"We're in a Winnie the Pooh hell."
Wei Yuan pointed at Yang Ying's thigh and burst into wild laughter, almost rolling on the floor, laughing so hard that he was gasping for breath, tears streaming down his face.
"What's so funny?" Yang Ying asked, momentarily forgetting her intention to throw him down the stairs, her tone turning inquisitive.
"Can you be any cuter? Why not buy a few pairs of Transformers instead?"
Yang Ying knew he was referring to the cute cartoon underwear she was currently wearing. Feeling shy and embarrassed about Wei Yuan seeing such intimate clothing, she had initially thought he would pretend not to notice. After all, a pure-hearted guy like him should be more bashful.
However, it turned out she was completely wrong. Although Wei Yuan had gradually overcome the awkwardness of interacting with beautiful women after spending a lot of time with them, he still wouldn't directly make such flirtatious jokes with a girl.
"I'm sorry, I just can't help it, haha..."
Wei Yuan had intended to change the subject, but upon catching another glimpse of her cartoon underwear, he found it difficult to contain himself.
Just imagine: she was usually a very fierce woman, her skills reminiscent of the Powerpuff Girls from movies, and she possessed extraordinary medical skills. Not only that, but she had almost become the leader of a centuries-old sect and was incredibly alluring while also enjoying wearing cartoon underwear...
It was clear that among all these contrasting traits, her fondness for cartoon underwear stood out as completely incongruous with her fierce image. This was the source of Wei Yuan's uncontrollable laughter, much like how one might react to that silly screenwriter who decided Superman should wear his underwear on the outside.
"I just like cartoon characters; is that a problem?" Yang Ying retorted.
"I can do it, but I just like to laugh. Is that a problem?" Wei Yuan followed her words.
Yang Ying once again covered her thighs with the blanket, looking at him with gritted teeth, "It seems like you're fine now?"
At this moment, Wei Yuan realized that he had been pretending to be seriously injured from Yang Ying's kick to his groin, but he had laughed so much that he forgot the role he was playing, and now it was clear he had been exposed.
"It seems to hurt again," Wei Yuan said painfully once more.
Yang Ying had already seen through Wei Yuan's act, but she didn't directly expose him. Although the foul smell emanating from her was enough to make her feel disgusted, she had already entertained thoughts of tearing Wei Yuan apart. However, after a moment's consideration, Yang Ying calmed down.
She said, "Clean up a bit; we will continue training soon."
Wei Yuan knew she wouldn't let it go easily and that revenge was inevitable. So he asked, "What should we do with these things on us?"
No matter what, the annoying foul smell still needed to be dealt with. So Wei Yuan listened as Yang Ying said, "In the bottles on the table outside, pour out some of that Blue Potion and then use a cloth to wipe yourself down; the smell will naturally disappear."
"Is it really that magical?"
Wei Yuan found it strange how much Yang Ying knew about medicine or the medical techniques and potions passed down from the Purple Robe Pavilion.
Yang Ying glanced at her lower body and felt that if she walked out like this, Han Ling would definitely misunderstand that they had done something inappropriate in the room. So she said to Wei Yuan, "Aren't you going out yet? Bring the whole bottle of potion in."
Wei Yuan looked at her and immediately understood. As he was leaving, he couldn't help but tease, "I have one last question: why do you like wearing cartoon underwear?"
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