I Am a Linguist, and This Is English

Nalan Yanran froze despite herself, then noticed the look in Xiao Yan's eyes growing increasingly unfriendly. She could not help pursing her lips slightly and stiffening her neck as she said, "Save you, my ass. I'm telling you, I'm not—"

"Wuwah... what are you doing?!"

Before Nalan Yanran could finish, she felt an especially tingling numbness spreading from her waist and abdomen all the way down to her lower dantian, making her tremble lightly despite herself.

"You really thought I was joking? Looks like I really ought to teach you a lesson so it sticks."

Xiao Yan frowned, but his hands did not stop in the slightest. A warm, scorching flare of fire immediately appeared at his fingertips and was driven with extreme precision into Nalan Yanran's current acupoints, leaving her numb and tingling all over like a sieve, utterly unable to muster the strength to resist.

At the same time, he immediately used the perfectly measured Heavenly Flame power at his fingertips to drive the cold energy in Nalan Yanran's meridians together.

Nalan Yanran's delicate body trembled as if by reflex, and Little Fairy Doctor, who had been watching from the side, could not help pressing her fair, Soft Hand-like hands onto Nalan Yanran's shoulders.

"Hey, hey, Xian'er, why are you holding me down?!"

Her body was suddenly pinned by Little Fairy Doctor's delicate frame. Although in terms of physical strength, Nalan Yanran, as a Sword Cultivator, was naturally stronger between the two of them, it was very obvious that this did not include the present situation.

Nalan Yanran panicked at once, but no matter how she struggled, it was now of no use at all.

"Isn't this because Nalan won't behave? If you were even a little more honest, wouldn't it be fine to let Xiao Yan take