The Mysterious Apartment and the Girls

"Stop overthinking. No matter how much you think, you can't make your family's cat have more kittens. Now, lift your skirt," Xiao Huai said with mock seriousness. The girl before him, around fifteen years old, with an innocent face, burst into laughter at Xiao Huai's words, her face turning red. "Brother... I wasn't thinking about kittens..." Xiao Huai teased, "Oh? Then why were you staring at my chest? Were you fantasizing about my pecs? Those muscles won't rest easy tonight." "No, I wasn't!" The girl, feeling guilty, lowered her voice. "I just glanced, I wasn't staring..." Xiao Huai, unable to resist, gently pinched her nose. "Little rascal, lift your skirt... You can admire my pecs later. Let's get down to business first..." "Okay..." The girl grasped the hem of her skirt, lifting it slightly, then looked up. "Brother, you can't bully me." Xiao Huai smiled, "When have I ever bullied you?" "The night before last, you secretly lifted my skirt while I was sleeping..." Her voice was barely a whisper. "If I knew you were awake, I wouldn't have been so sneaky... Why did you pretend to sleep?" "Bad brother!" She pouted. "I just wanted to see what you would do!" Then she smiled sweetly. "Thank you for taking care of me that night." That night, her feelings were far more complex than just curiosity... After speaking, she blushed even more, recalling how she had pretended to sleep the night before, spreading her legs and lifting her skirt, only to be disappointed when her newly acquainted brother didn't come. That night, he was so gentle... At this moment, Xiao Huai's hand moved from her knee, sliding upward. "Oh... the heroes of Wolf Tooth Mountain have fallen..." "Brother, you're still playing..." She closed her eyes, feeling weak. Her face turned red as she anticipated what was about to happen. Xiao Huai lifted her skirt, placing the hem in her hand. "Hold it!" "Ah!" She shivered as if electrocuted. Simultaneously, a warm flow emanated from Xiao Huai's left hand, quickly entering her body. This was the magic of Qigong. The warmth swirled in her lower abdomen, making her feel so comfortable that she had to bite her lip to stifle a moan. "Brother... is this Qigong? It's amazing..." She tried to distract herself, but Xiao Huai was relentless. "Wei'er, lift your skirt a bit more. It's falling..." "Okay." Wei'er quickly pulled up her skirt, noticing Xiao Huai's amused expression. Oh no, she was still wearing her bunny underwear. He must think she's a child... "Just two treatments, and your deficiency will be cured," Xiao Huai emphasized the word "two." "Really?" Wei'er looked disappointed. "But to fully recover, you'll need daily treatments," Xiao Huai said seriously. "Unless you don't want me to..." "What will happen?" Wei'er asked nervously. Xiao Huai shrugged. "I won't do it." Wei'er burst into laughter. By the river in a small Jiangnan town, an old man grumbled, "That rascal Xiao Huai, deceiving girls again..." After circulating his energy through Wei'er's body, Xiao Huai felt tired. Wei'er lay obediently in his arms, whispering, "Brother, you're so good." Xiao Huai gently patted her small bottom, gazing out the window, lost in thought. He couldn't understand why his parents had left him with that old man for ten years. Those years were filled with hardship. Daily intense physical training, learning martial arts, firearms, and survival skills, all while carrying heavy loads. He vividly remembered climbing a steep twenty-meter cliff, only to be ordered to climb back down without any safety measures. At seven or eight years old, he was exhausted and nearly ready to jump off the cliff to end it all— Imagining his parents finding his body, crying and blaming each other: "It's your fault! You didn't love him and left him with someone else! How can you call yourself his parent?" His mother would wail, "It's my fault for not loving you, Huai'er. Can you forgive me? How could you do something so foolish? Tell me it's not true!" His father, though cold-hearted, was kind deep down. "Huai'er, I..." He would struggle to apologize, tears streaming down his face. Kneeling at the grave, he would cry, "I was trying to toughen you up, but I ended up hurting you. I'm not fit to be a father!" Tears would flow down his face. Thinking of this, young Xiao Huai felt immense satisfaction—serves them right! After this revenge, he felt a bit better and decided life was precious, so he climbed back down the cliff... Whenever his muscles ached from exhaustion, the old man would throw him into a hot spring, claiming it was filled with rare herbs to cleanse his body. In those ten years, Xiao Huai became proficient in music, chess, calligraphy, and painting, using these skills to charm the local girls, always successfully. He knew the old man's martial arts were extraordinary, able to break a tree from a meter away with a single strike. The old man told him his bones were exceptional, making his training twice as effective. Young Xiao Huai practiced diligently, often using his palm strikes to scare chickens, imagining himself as a mighty warrior. Eating roasted chicken, he proudly told the old man, "I'm ready to graduate!" The old man angrily knocked him on the head, making him see stars and the words: "Victory and defeat are common in battle. Try again, hero!" Wasn't that like failing an RPG game and being kicked out? Xiao Huai fainted... The first time he ate ginseng. "Will you eat it? This is thousand-year-old ginseng!" the old man said. "Hmph, it's a carrot. I won't eat it!" young Xiao Huai retorted. "Ginseng!" "Carrot!" "Ginseng!" "Carrot!"... Ten minutes later, the old man panted, "Ginseng!" "Ginseng!" Xiao Huai said slyly. "Carrot!" "Ginseng!" The old man exploded, "Carrot! I say it's a carrot..." Xiao Huai shrugged, "What's so great about carrots?" Ignoring the old man, he ran off. The old man sighed, "Little rascal, if you eat this ginseng, I'll teach you the art of turning stone into gold!" "Liar!" young Xiao Huai didn't believe him. "For example..." The old man took a coin from his pocket, placed it on the ground, and covered it with his hands, chanting. Suddenly, the coin turned to gold! The old man, panting, said, "But this transformation drains a lot of energy and shortens life..." Young Xiao Huai grabbed the gold coin, confirmed it was real, and quickly pocketed it before eating the ginseng, smiling triumphantly. "Little rascal, once you graduate, I'll teach you the art of turning stone into gold..." ... Ten years later, after mastering the art of healing the town's girls with his energy, the old man declared Xiao Huai ready to graduate. Waking up early, Xiao Huai kissed Wei'er's forehead, then leaped out the second-floor window, landing gracefully and disappearing down the alley. Ten minutes later, at a seven-story pagoda, the old man advised him, "You've learned most of what I know. With your skills, you can soar like a dragon. Remember, there's always someone better. Every country has special organizations, and there are hidden masters and mysterious families. Stay humble and cautious..." Xiao Huai was already doodling on the ground... "Xiao Huai, do you have anything to say to your master?" The old man tried to evoke emotion, hoping for heartfelt words. "Old man, I've always wondered how you turned stone into gold. Don't tell me it was real." Xiao Huai looked puzzled. "Just coat the gold with iron filings. You're so dense." The old man knocked his head again, then tried to continue, "These ten years, we've..." Xiao Huai sighed, "I've suffered so much, like a weak girl being tortured on TV. It's been inhumane, but now I'm free..." The old man: "..." Leaving the pagoda, Xiao Huai bowed deeply, "Master, thank you for your care these ten years. I won't let you down!" His expression was sincere and sad. He turned and walked away without looking back. Little did he know, the old man watched from the top, moved by his genuine emotion. "Silly boy, you always hide your feelings. How could I not know? Take care, my child."