118: Just lie still! Let me do it!

Chu Qianqian leaned against the door, her eyes tightly shut.

She seemed to have used all her strength to shout this shocking declaration.

Her bewitching face was flushed red, almost dripping with blood, and her chest heaved violently as she waited for Lu Yi's response.

She had prepared herself to be mocked, teased, or even rejected by Lu Yi.

However, the anticipated mockery did not come.

Instead, a very faint laugh drifted through the air.

"Heh..."

This sudden, faint laugh almost snapped Chu Qianqian's taut nerves right then and there.

She opened her eyes abruptly, shrinking back like a startled rabbit, almost ready to turn and flee through the door.

"Why the sudden thought?"

Lu Yi restrained his laughter. His voice was very soft, as if coaxing a tantrum-throwing child:

"Don't tell me you're doing this just to celebrate today's victory?"

Hearing Lu Yi's gentle voice, the determination and nervousness in Chu Qianqian's eyes slowly turned into an undisguised sense of loss.

She lowered her head, no longer maintaining her arrogant, bewitching posture.

Like a little girl who had shed all her disguises, her voice was low and slightly hoarse:

"Because... I am unwilling to accept this."

She raised her hand, looking at her palm, which was fair but not particularly strong, and said bitterly:

"Today's match... made me clearly realize a fact."

"Even if I calculated every move, even if I had countless Gu helping me, even if I used every means at my disposal..."

"But in the face of absolute talent and strength, I am still fragile and vulnerable!"

"I am just an ordinary Cultivator with average Aptitude who barely climbed to this position."

A glimmer of tears flashed in Chu Qianqian's eyes; it was an accusation against the unfairness of fate, and also a hatred for her own incompetence.

She took a deep breath and continued:

"My Revered Master has often advised me that as a Disciple of the Hehuan Sect, Dual Cultivation is a shortcut to the Dao and the wisdom passed down by our Old Ancestors."

"Why be constrained by hypocritical worldly opinions and remain stagnant?"

"In the past, I could never overcome that hurdle in my heart, but now..."

She looked up, her gaze burning as she looked at Lu Yi, her eyes shining with a desire to become stronger, mixed with a hint of emotion she hadn't even noticed herself:

"I've thought it through. If it's with you... it seems it's not that hard to accept."

"I want to become stronger! I want to beat her fairly and squarely once! I want to step her under my feet!"

"Lu Yi... are you willing to help me?"

Looking at the girl before him who had shed all her defenses and revealed her vulnerability and true self for the first time.

A sense of pity welled up in Lu Yi's heart.

He did not hesitate, nor did he tease her again.

He nodded solemnly, a reassuring smile appearing on his face:

"Since you've made up your mind, I will naturally accompany you to the end. After all..."

He blinked, his tone becoming relaxed again:

"I have also long wanted to... properly 'instruct' you on your cultivation."

Having received a positive reply, the heavy stone hanging in Chu Qianqian's heart finally fell to the ground.

Following this was an irrepressible sense of secret delight.

"Great! He still has a conscience; he didn't reject me, nor did he take the opportunity to make excessive demands to humiliate me."

She rejoiced secretly in her heart.

"Follow me."

Lu Yi's words broke the enchanting silence.

Chu Qianqian followed him obediently behind, walking towards the couch in the inner chamber.

Chu Qianqian's heartbeat began to accelerate uncontrollably.

The courage of facing death just a moment ago was gradually fading, replaced by the shyness and panic instinctive to a young girl.

Every step she took felt like stepping on cotton, light and airy.

The two arrived at the bedside.

Lu Yi turned around, looking at the flushed Chu Qianqian, and was about to make a move.

However, the moment he raised his hand.

Chu Qianqian suddenly acted as if she had been electrocuted, took a sharp breath, and like a cat with its fur standing on end, she stretched out her hands and pressed them firmly against Lu Yi's chest!

"Wait!"

She shouted.

Lu Yi was stunned by her sudden reaction and looked at her suspiciously:

"What is it now? Regret it?"

"Who... who regrets it!"

Chu Qianqian's face turned bright red, even her neck was flushed.

But she maintained her last bit of Aura, stuttering but shouting loudly:

"I mean... you... you don't need to move! You... just lie down! Let me handle this!"

"Let you handle this?"

Lu Yi looked at her, his expression even more bewildered.

Looking at Lu Yi's "Are you kidding me?" expression, Chu Qianqian, in order to cover up her inner panic and that trace of fear, forcibly tried to compensate:

"Don't forget! I am the Saintess of the Hehuan Sect! These kinds of things... I am a professional!"

She puffed out her chest, and although her legs were trembling with guilt, she still struck a pose of an "experienced veteran," bluffing:

"Although... although I haven't had practical experience before."

"But all the Cultivation Techniques, Secret Manuals, and illustrated books in the Sect, I have long known by heart and can recite backwards!"

"Whatever eighteen martial arts, whatever seventy-two styles, I am proficient in them all! Today, I'll let you see what the foundation of the Hehuan Sect is!"

She pointed to the bed and said in a commanding tone:

"You just lie there obediently and enjoy it!"

Even if she lost, she wouldn't lose her composure! Even if it was her first time, she, Chu Qianqian, would take the initiative!

Lu Yi looked at her "boiled duck with a stiff mouth" expression—the adorable look of someone who was scared to death but still trying to act tough—and really couldn't help it, almost laughing out loud.

"Alright, alright, alright."

He suppressed his laughter, raised his hands, and made a gesture of surrender:

"As you wish, Saintess. This humble one will lie down, will absolutely not resist, and is at the mercy of the Saintess."

After speaking, he lay back on the bed as instructed, hands behind his head, looking at the flushed girl in red by the bed with a playful expression.

"Huff..."

Chu Qianqian looked at Lu Yi lying on the bed, her heart beating so fast it felt like it was about to jump out of her throat.

She gritted her teeth, and with trembling hands, untied the red ribbon at her waist.

"Clatter..."

The red dress slipped off, revealing the pale pink undergarments inside, and skin as delicate as mutton-fat jade.

She took a deep breath, and with a kind of "heroic sacrifice" tragic solemnity and shyness, she crawled onto the bed using both hands and feet.

She looked down at Lu Yi.

Although her posture was domineering, her body was trembling uncontrollably, and her eyes were so panicked she didn't know where to look.

"Then... then I'm starting!"

She shouted with her eyes closed, as if to bolster her own courage.

Lu Yi looked at her appearance, and the smile in his eyes grew deeper.

"Go ahead, I am also looking forward to the Saintess's performance."