Chapter 73

Chapter 073: The Cost of Being Strong A few strands of hair were stuck to the girl's forehead, irritating her. Luo Qingchuan helped her tidy it up. "Thank you," Jiang Ye said softly. Luo Qingchuan asked, "Is this position comfortable for you?" Jiang Ye hesitated for a moment and replied, "Um, it's... it's okay." Or rather, it's quite good, she suddenly realized. Jiang Ye had a feeling... A feeling of being taken care of by her closest family. Jiang Ye stared at the high ceiling, which was a starry gray color. The scene in front of her eyes seemed as desolate and vast as the universe. Looking at it this way, Jiang Ye had a moment of enlightenment. Qing Gui was not her brother, nor was he her younger brother. Even if she gave him the "Red Letter," he was still just Qing Gui. The relatives she was looking for were in a very far, very dark place. As thoughts of longing swirled in her mind, Jiang Ye closed her eyes, feeling a sense of desolation. Even though she had unleashed the "White Night," the girl couldn't find joy from it, but instead felt even more lost. It wasn't enough. Jiang Ye knew that the "White Night" was a strike she unleashed under the extreme pressure given by Qing Gui. Although the "White Night" was very powerful, Jiang Ye was not skilled enough in using it. She lacked control, and forcibly ending the technique harmed herself even more. "You should have aimed that strike at me," Luo Qingchuan suddenly spoke, his words not gentle but rather cold. Jiang Ye still closed her eyes stubbornly and said, "This was my own choice." Jiang Ye felt like her "White Night" was supposed to be impossible to block so easily. She couldn't quite accept it. Luo Qingchuan only looked at Jiang Ye's legs and sighed lightly. "Is your choice the reason why there's a surge of energy and blood pooling in the meridians of your legs?" "Eh?" Jiang Ye was stunned. She tried to lift her leg but couldn't. It felt heavy and numb, as if it was paralyzed. "How can this be?" Jiang Ye asked anxiously. "Don't you feel it?" Luo Qingchuan asked with some disappointment. Jiang Ye fell silent, then spoke hesitantly, "I feel weak all over, I just want to rest." If Jiang Ye used her sword with injured legs, her combat power would greatly decrease. She struggled to sit up but couldn't move. Her fair cheeks turned pale. Jiang Ye hesitated for a moment, then suppressed her embarrassment and earnestly said, "Can I ask Mr. Qing Gui for another favor?" "Tell me." "Help me..." The girl's voice was soft. ... ... ... A few minutes later. "Is this the spot?" "A little further in..." Luo Qingchuan suppressed his strange thoughts. "Is this it?" "A little...higher...please use a bit more...force, not so...gentle..." Jiang Ye's voice was alluringly soft, her eyes tightly closed. Jiang Ye, with her unparalleled beauty and noble bearing, laid on the bed with her slender legs hanging down. Luo Qingchuan sat by the bedside, her long legs resting on his knees, light as a cloud. He kneaded Jiang Ye's delicate and elegant legs, feeling the soft and taut sensation even through her trousers. Despite Jiang Ye's effort to endure, she occasionally let out soft moans that echoed in the quiet room. There was no trace of the cold arrogance that would make everyone bow before her in Jiang Ye. She couldn't help her voice, and was embarrassed by her previous refusal. And... Jiang Ye noticed that Luo Qingchuan's touch was straightforward. Although their posture was ambiguous and there was a hint of tenderness in the air, Luo Qingchuan always maintained the appropriate touch, never crossing the line with any affectionate actions. Or rather, Luo Qingchuan never thought of crossing the line. He simply...had no intentions at all. Jiang Ye wanted to look at Luo Qingchuan's figure, but she couldn't see it. She calmed herself and even wanted to suppress the delicate sighs in her throat, afraid of causing difficulties for Luo Qingchuan. Luo Qingchuan, on the other hand, couldn't help but think that if it was Chen Yanyu, she might have already screamed in pain. Chen Yanyu was even afraid to move when she had a stiff neck. Not to mention Jiang Ye's current condition, with the surging energy wreaking havoc in her limbs, tormenting her mind and body. The corners of Luo Qingchuan's mouth curved into a faint smile underneath his mask. Slowly, both of them seemed to gradually accept this intimate caress. Jiang Ye occasionally gave instructions, and her words became more calm and indifferent, regaining her composure. The reason Jiang Ye gave instructions was because she taught Luo Qingchuan the ancestral techniques of the Jiang family, which involved treating injuries during sword practice. "Up there..." Jiang Ye said. Luo Qingchuan's hands slowly roamed upward, gently pressing and infusing a bit of energy with each inch of progress. He asked, "Here?" "A little...higher." Luo Qingchuan hesitated for a moment, but his fingers ended up massaging Jiang Ye's thighs. When he pressed again, he felt the softness and lightness of her touch, the warmth of her body spreading to his palms, tempting him to change his kneading into grabbing. Jiang Ye let out a soft "en" and opened her eyes, her gaze lost in the lonely starry sky on the ceiling, merging with the vast universe to dissolve her embarrassment and growing restlessness. Luo Qingchuan was taken aback and asked, "Did I find the right spot?" "No..." Jiang Ye knew that her soft hum earlier gave Luo Qingchuan the wrong impression. She blushed, her beautiful face tinged with pink. Luo Qingchuan fell silent. With Jiang Ye's guidance, he caressed her strong yet tender thighs all over, until he finally found the acupoints she wanted him to work on, and began gently massaging. Jiang Ye's muffled moans kept slipping through her rosy lips and pearly teeth. Maybe it was Luo Qingchuan's nonchalant attitude, or perhaps it was reaching her limit, but the young miss couldn't help but release soft, melodious sighs from time to time, captivating and touching. It felt like an electric current was coursing through her body, making even her delicate waist feel as if it was melting. In the end, Luo Qingchuan took off Jiang Ye's boots and firmly placed his hands on her stockings. Jiang Ye's voice finally grew quiet as he slowly kneaded her legs. Jiang Ye's soft sighs gradually subsided, as if she had reached her limit. The young miss was no longer suppressing herself fully, occasionally letting out soft, delicate and melancholic moans that lingered in the silent room, stirring up emotions. Luo Qingchuan couldn't help but think, if it was Chen Yanyu, she would probably be screaming in pain by now. Chen Yanyu was even afraid to move when she had a stiff neck, let alone in Jiang Ye's current state. Her entire body was filled with surging energy, tormenting her limbs and mind. A small smile formed beneath Luo Qingchuan's mask as he savored this scene. Slowly, it seemed that both of them began to accept this intimate caress. Jiang Ye occasionally gave instructions, her words becoming more composed and indifferent, finding herself again. The reason Jiang Ye was giving instructions was because she was teaching Luo Qingchuan the ancestral techniques of the Jiang family, in which self-injury during sword practice was inevitable. "There... " Jiang Ye said. Luo Qingchuan's hands wandered upward, releasing a little bit of energy with each gentle press. He asked, "Here?" "A little...higher..." Luo Qingchuan hesitated for a moment, but in the end, his ten fingers moved onto Jiang Ye's thighs. When he pressed again, he felt the softness and lightness, as if he was holding a delicate flower. The warmth of her body spread to his palms, tempting him to change his kneading into a more aggressive grip. Jiang Ye let out a soft "hmm," and opened her eyes, getting lost in the vast starry sky on the ceiling and merging with the boundless universe, dissolving her embarrassment and the budding heat within her. Luo Qingchuan was taken aback and asked, "Have I found the right spot?" "No..." Jiang Ye knew that her soft moan had given Luo Qingchuan the wrong idea. She blushed, her beautiful pale face tinged with pink. Luo Qingchuan fell silent. Under Jiang Ye's guidance, he caressed her noble and supple thighs all over, until he finally found the acupoint she wanted him to touch and continued to massage it slowly. Jiang Ye's muffled groans escaped from her lips, sometimes barely audible. Whether it was Luo Qingchuan's lack of attention or her reaching her limit, the young miss gradually stopped suppressing herself and started to moan softly, her delicate voice full of both pleasure and sorrow, captivating and moving. It felt as though an electric current was surging through her body, causing her slender waist to almost melt away. At last, Luo Qingchuan took off Jiang Ye's boots and placed his hands on her snow-white stockings. Jiang Ye's voice finally quieted down as he slowly massaged her, his movements becoming more gentle and controlled. After finishing the massage, Luo Qingchuan wasn't tired at all. He laid Jiang Ye's body back on the bed and covered her with a blanket, seeing her pale complexion return to a lovely rosy hue. "Do you feel better now?" Luo Qingchuan asked, seeing Jiang Ye nod. Jiang Ye whispered, "I can control some of my energy now. I can take out the medicinal pills later and take good care of myself. It shouldn't be a big problem." Luo Qingchuan nodded. "Alright, then I'll take my leave." Just as he was about to leave, he heard Jiang Ye say, "I'm sorry." Jiang Ye weakly tried to sit up but fell back down. She let out a soft sigh like a fragile mosquito. Although Jiang Ye could move a little now, she still couldn't perform any major actions. "Why apologize again?" Luo Qingchuan couldn't help but wonder. "I can't accompany you," Jiang Ye said. So that was the reason? "No need to apologize, I can find my way out by myself," Luo Qingchuan said, feeling a sense of unfamiliarity with the etiquette of these big families. Jiang Ye lay on the bed, her dim gaze fixated on the young man with the mask of a demon slowly walking away, opening the door to the spacious bedroom. Then... "Qing Gui..." Jiang Ye's voice didn't reveal any emotions. Luo Qingchuan stood by the doorway, turning his head. "What is it?" Jiang Ye paused for a moment, weakly sat up, and revealed a faint smile with her pale yet beautiful face. Her delicate voice was gentle. "I've finally taken this step. Thank you."