Chapter 219 218: Xu Yue's Secret

"Oh, then forget it."

Yang Xun made a show of getting up. "Find someone better."

"Wait!"

Xiaolin grabbed his wrist, her eyes red with anxiety. Biting her lip, she squeezed out three words through her teeth: "My... good brother."

Her voice was soft and thin, like the buzzing of a mosquito, but Yang Xun heard it crystal clear.

He nodded in satisfaction, sat back down in the chair, and crossed his legs, looking like he owned the place. "That's more like it. But just sweet-talking me isn't enough. I need to see some real action."

"What kind of real action?"

Xiaolin watched him warily, afraid he was about to make an outrageous demand.

Yang Xun pointed to his own shoulder, his expression matter-of-fact. "My shoulders and neck have been bothering me lately. Give me a massage. If you do a good job, I'll consider treating your illness."

Xiaolin was so furious she was grinding her teeth, wishing she could just slap him across the face.

'This guy is clearly using this as an excuse to get personal revenge!'

But the thought of her illness forced her to swallow her pride. She stood up, walked behind Yang Xun, and placed her hands on his shoulders, beginning to knead them clumsily.

"Harder. Did you even eat today?"

Yang Xun complained, dissatisfied.

"Over here! Yes, yes, right there. Ugh, you're so clumsy. A little lower..."

"Lighter! Are you trying to kill me?"

Xiaolin was run ragged by his constant commands, and beads of sweat formed on her forehead. The anger in her heart flared, but she didn't dare let it show, forcing herself to grit her teeth and bear it in silence.

'I've never been so humiliated in my entire life.'

After a grueling ten-plus minutes, Yang Xun finally 'mercifully' waved his hand. "Alright, alright. I guess that's a barely passing grade."

As if she'd been granted amnesty, Xiaolin plopped back down on the sofa, shaking her sore hands and glaring resentfully at Yang Xun.

Suddenly, an idea flashed in her mind. She hurriedly said, "Please, stop messing with me. If you help me with my treatment, I'll tell you a secret about Xu Yue. That should be enough for you to help me, right?"

'A secret about Xu Yue?'

Yang Xun's interest was piqued.

'Xiaolin and Xu Yue have been best friends for years, so it's not surprising she knows some of her secrets. And a secret she's willing to tell me must be a pretty big one.'

"You're not trying to trick me, are you?"

"I'm not. This secret is about you, too. Just give me one treatment session, and I'll tell you. If you think I tricked you, you can just stop treating me afterward."

Xiaolin was completely frank.

Seeing the fine beads of sweat on her fair forehead from the ordeal and how it had made her lips look even more alluring, Yang Xun couldn't bring himself to bully her any further. He nodded. "Fine. I'll treat you first. Follow me upstairs."

Like an obedient little wife, Xiaolin quietly followed Yang Xun upstairs and into his room.

"Lie down on the bed and lift up your shirt."

Xiaolin hesitated for a moment but still did as he said.

'After all, she'd begged so hard for this treatment. If she made him unhappy, he might refuse to treat her again.'

She lay on her back on the bed, grabbed the hem of her T-shirt and pulled it up, then unbuttoned her jeans to reveal her flat, fair stomach. It was perfectly toned, without a trace of fat.

Yang Xun walked to the bedside. His gaze fell upon her smooth abdomen, and the corner of his mouth curved up slightly.

He reached out his right hand, placing his palm on the left side of Xiaolin's lower abdomen. The warmth from his palm made her tremble slightly.

"Don't be nervous. This will only take a moment."

Yang Xun said in a low voice, then began to circulate the True Qi within his body. A stream of warmth seeped from his palm, flowing into Xiaolin's body like a gentle current and precisely enveloping the cyst.

Xiaolin could clearly feel a warm current entering from Yang Xun's palm, slowly moving through her body. Everywhere it passed, it left a pleasant, tingling sensation.

She couldn't help but let out a soft "mmph," and her body involuntarily relaxed.

Yang Xun kept his palm in place as he continuously infused a gentle stream of True Qi. It was like warm water washing over the lesion, slowly dissolving and clearing the blockage within the cyst.

But as the warm current flooded her lower abdomen, Xiaolin felt an unconscious sense of emptiness and couldn't help but squeeze her legs together.

Yang Xun noticed her movement, and a mischievous smile played on his lips.

His other hand suddenly landed on the waistband of her pants and slipped inside.

"Ah... where are you touching!"

Xiaolin let out a soft moan, feeling as if her bones were melting.

Her body craved more, but the man before her was Yang Xun—her best friend's husband. Reason screamed at her that this was wrong.

"Don't move. This is part of the treatment. If you don't want it, I can stop right now."

Yang Xun frowned, looking very impatient.

Frightened, Xiaolin immediately stopped moving. She even parted her legs slightly, letting him do as he pleased.

Seeing her yield, Yang Xun grew bolder and activated the Dragon and Phoenix Immortal Hand technique.

"Ah... no... don't..."

Xiaolin panted, her body tensing as his teasing sent her over the edge.

Her beautiful eyes were dazed for a moment. When she finally processed what had just happened, her face flushed red with anger. She gritted her teeth. "You did that on purpose, didn't you?"

"You're accusing me unfairly. Everything I just did was to complement the treatment."

Yang Xun looked completely serious, without a hint of guilt, but inwardly, he was ecstatic.

'That little vixen was always making fun of him. Now she could have a taste of her own medicine!'

Seeing how serious he looked, Xiaolin was skeptical.

"Just feel it for a second. Does your stomach feel much better?"

Yang Xun withdrew his hands and wiped them with a tissue.

Xiaolin's face flushed red before she carefully assessed her physical condition.

Sure enough, the spot in her lower abdomen that had been giving her a dull ache now felt much more at ease.

The heavy, bloated feeling was gone, replaced by an unprecedented sense of comfort and relief.

"It really doesn't hurt anymore..."

Xiaolin sat up in disbelief, placing a hand on her stomach. Her beautiful eyes filled with astonishment and pleasant surprise.

"What kind of technique is this? It's incredible!"

Yang Xun stood up, flexing his slightly sore wrist. "This is just the initial treatment," he said nonchalantly. "To completely eliminate the cyst, you'll need three more sessions."

"That's all for today. Now, are you going to tell me Xu Yue's secret?"

Xiaolin bit her lip, seeming to choose her words carefully. After a few seconds of silence, she said, "When I tell you, don't get angry."

Yang Xun's interest was piqued, and he raised an eyebrow. "Don't worry. Just say it."

Xiaolin lifted her beautiful eyes to look directly at Yang Xun, her tone complex. "Xu Yue... she's seeing another man."

"Impossible! She's not that kind of person."

Yang Xun's tone was firm.

'Even though their marriage wasn't great, Xu Yue was a decent person. She would never cheat on him.'

"It's true. Besides, Xu Yue asked me to teach her how to please a man. Why would she learn that if she didn't have someone on the side?"

Xiaolin retorted, her eyes filled with pity.