In the martial world, acupoint striking skills were traditionally not taught by male masters to female disciples, nor by female masters to male disciples, except between fathers and daughters, mothers and sons, or married couples. As the saying went, men and women should not touch freely. Without feeling and striking every acupoint across the body, how could one possibly learn this skill?
Although Song Qingshu was treating her injuries now, it was practically the same as teaching acupoint striking skills. Back then, even the Old Urchin, who understood nothing of worldly affairs, had ended up rolling into bed with Ying Gu while teaching her acupoint striking.
Song Qingshu was not the Old Urchin. He possessed extraordinary self-control, far beyond that of ordinary men. Unfortunately, Chen Yuanyuan's self-control was even weaker than Ying Gu's.
Chen Yuanyuan had always kept a secret she had never told anyone: whenever a man touched her body, all strength left her, and she became softer than cotton. It was precisely this sensitive constitution that had made ambitious men like Li Zicheng and Wu Sangui unable to resist her.
Each time Song Qingshu struck one of her acupoints, a stream of warmth entered her body, leaving her pleasantly warm and comfortable. She nearly let out a moan.
Yet reason ultimately prevailed. She bit down hard on her lip, afraid of making any sound that would embarrass her.
Song Qingshu was wholly focused on treating her injuries, and with Chen Yuanyuan facing away from him, he noticed nothing unusual. After opening the thirty-six acupoints along her Du Meridian, he put an arm around her fragrant shoulder and gently turned her around. Seeing that her red lips had been bitten until they were faintly stained with blood, he froze. "Are you in pain?"
Chen Yuanyuan jumped and hurriedly shook