Chapter 74: Losing Control
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As she spoke, the woman suddenly pulled out a pair of scissors she had hidden on her and waved them threateningly at Chen Xuan. “If someone wants to become the last eunuch in history, they can try me.”
Chen Xuan’s face darkened. She’s serious?!
But looking at her graceful figure as she turned away, he didn’t dare argue. Fine, the sofa it is.
Back in Taiping Village’s Wild Wolf Valley, he had once stood and slept in a tree for three nights to avoid being attacked by wild wolves. Sleeping on the sofa was nothing.
After Jiang Wushuang went upstairs to sleep, Chen Xuan sat cross-legged on the couch and began his nightly training. Even though he had practiced for two or three years without breaking through the first stage of the Nine-Turn Dragon God Technique, he had already developed the habit of training every night. Chen Xuan firmly believed that as long as he persisted, he would eventually succeed.
Midway through the night, as he was deep in cultivation, painful cries suddenly woke him.
Despite being in meditation, Chen Xuan’s hearing was still incredibly sharp—nothing escaped his ears.
It’s Jiang Wushuang. What is she doing so late at night? He glanced toward the upstairs room.
But then he remembered the pair of scissors she carried with her. He originally wanted to go up and check, but thinking about the risk of getting stabbed, he hesitated.
However, the painful moans from upstairs grew louder.
“Damn it, whatever happens, happens!” Gritting his teeth, Chen Xuan rushed upstairs.
Jiang Wushuang’s bedroom door wasn’t locked, so he easily pushed it open.
“Who’s there?” Jiang Wushuang, curled up in bed in pain, was startled.
Chen Xuan fumbled for the light switch and said, “It’s me.”
As soon as the lights came on, he saw Jiang Wushuang lying in bed, her forehead drenched in cold sweat, her pale face looking weak and pained.
Shocked, Chen Xuan hurried over to check her pulse.
Seeing this, Jiang Wushuang, who was in pain, felt both embarrassed and angry. “You little brat, what are you doing up here?! Get out now, or I’ll really cut you!”
Chen Xuan rolled his eyes. “Do you even have the strength to do that right now?”
Before Jiang Wushuang could react, Chen Xuan lifted her blanket in one swift motion. She was wearing a silky nightgown, its smooth and soft fabric outlining her delicate curves. Through the thin material, hints of her figure were visible.
But Chen Xuan wasn’t in the mood to admire the view—he already knew what was wrong.
Menstrual cramps. A common issue for many women.
Just as Jiang Wushuang’s face turned red with embarrassment, preparing to curse him, Chen Xuan placed his palm on her lower abdomen. Without hesitation, he channeled his internal energy into her body.
In the next moment, Jiang Wushuang felt the searing pain in her lower abdomen vanish. Instead, a wave of warmth and relief spread throughout her body.
"Damn, this woman has a great figure—her stomach is perfectly flat without an ounce of excess fat." Chen Xuan shamelessly thought as his hand subconsciously gave a couple of extra pats.
Jiang Wushuang, who was just starting to enjoy the relief, suddenly shuddered. She shot him a death glare. “If you don’t move that filthy paw of yours right now, I’ll cut it off!”
Hearing that, Chen Xuan flinched and pulled his hand back. Trying to look serious, he said, “Hey, I just helped you! If it weren’t for me, you’d be heading to the hospital in the morning. I suggest keeping some medicine at home—it might not cure it completely, but at least it’ll help ease the pain.”
Jiang Wushuang gritted her teeth, her eyes burning with fury. “Are you done talking? If you are, can you take your damn hand off my thigh?”
Chen Xuan’s face flushed red with embarrassment. He quickly stood up, scratching his head awkwardly. “Uh… I lost control, I lost control… Anyway, get some rest. I’ll be downstairs—call me if you need anything.”
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