Chapter 7 Spasms

Mi Ying had a naturally charming face, the kind that was colloquially known as a "fox face."

Such a look, made people subconsciously think she must be incredibly promiscuous in her private life.

But in truth, even though Mi Ying had been widowed for over three years,

she remained faithful to her late husband, never allowing any man the opportunity to touch her.

Even when she had physiological needs, she relied solely on some tools to be self-sufficient.

But now, Mi Ying discovered that no self-sufficient sensation could compare to what she was feeling at the moment.

It's just that...

Thinking about Lu Yang's identity, and her own uncontrollable reactions, Mi Ying was desperate not to make any shameful noises, while also wishing she could find a hole to crawl into.

She couldn't understand why; she got foot massages often.

Why then did Lu Yang's foot massage have such an effect?

She had made up her mind.

Once the wave of spasms passed, she would pull her foot away no matter what, for if Grandpa and Qin Xue saw her like this, she would be too embarrassed to show her face.

But, but...

Just as the wave of spasms was about to subside,

the next wave hit her...

And then, the third time, the fourth time, the fifth time, each wave stronger than the last!

Mi Ying felt she had completely died socially in front of Lu Yang!

So, even though the sensations from the fifth wave hadn't subsided, the moment she felt Lu Yang's burning hot hand finally release her foot, Mi Ying forcefully shook off the lingering pleasure and hurriedly stood up, stumbling as she ran out.

Next, the roar of a sports car could be heard, fading into the distance...

Lu Yang looked at the moisture on the sofa, discreetly wiped it off, and then closed his eyes to ponder.

He had seen all of Mi Ying's reactions, there was nothing to say about that.

The key was his own feelings, the special state of cultivation that lasted a full nine minutes this time.

Three times!

Three times this had happened.

Bei Ling'er, five minutes.

Wan Yi, three minutes.

Mi Ying, nine minutes.

And yet, when he interacted with Lin Qingxue, even though there was an equally intense boil of passion, he just couldn't enter that special state of cultivation.

Why was that?

Or was it that only after the stimulation from Lin Qingxue, the subsequent contact with other women triggered his passion, allowing him to enter that special state of cultivation?

Then, without contacting Lin Qingxue, could he enter that special state of cultivation when interacting with other women?

It seems more experimentation under specific conditions is needed to discern the true pattern.

But no matter what rules are discovered, as long as he could enter that special state of cultivation repeatedly and continuously, the Golden Core was within reach!

Shortly after, Lin Qingxue came downstairs and asked Lu Yang, "Where's Mi Ying?"

"Mi Ying came and left!" Lu Yang was honest and didn't lie.

"What's the deal!" Lin Qingxue muttered under her breath, then went straight out, got into a car, and left!

Dammit, this woman has no sportsmanship!

To think she just left him behind like that.

When Lin Yongfu came downstairs and learned that Lin Qingxue had left on her own, he couldn't help but laugh and scold, "The He Family girl made an appointment with Qingxue, and I told her to take you with her, this girl... Lu Yang, don't take it to heart, ah, getting married is just too sudden for her, she can't wrap her head around it for the moment, but it will get better in time."

"Grandpa, don't worry, I understand!" Lu Yang smiled, but still stealthily sent a message to Wan Yi, asking where she had arranged to meet with Lin Qingxue.

"I heard from your master that your medical skills have surpassed the original, so help me look at this. Recently, I often feel my body isn't what it used to be!" Lin Yongfu said with emotion.

"Grandpa, you're still very healthy overall, just some minor issues..." With the support of Lin Yongfu, Lu Yang was not panicking at all.

Besides, he wasn't after Lin Qingxue's heart.

As long as Lin Qingxue could help him in his cultivation, whether she resented the marriage was not important to him.

Lin Qingxue drove to a high-end bar named Family Fragrance.

Then she found the private room Wan Yi mentioned and knocked on the door.

The door opened in response.

But the person appearing before Lin Qingxue was not Wan Yi, but He Zishan, with his sleek hair and a frivolous manner that made Lin Qingxue's skin crawl in dislike!

"Why is it you, where's Wan Yi?" Lin Qingxue asked coldly.

"Wan Yi didn't come, it's just me here!" He Zishan said.

"Boring!" Lin Qingxue turned to leave.

But He Zishan grabbed Lin Qingxue's arm and pulled her into the private room...