Yun Yun: Could I Really Be a Bad Woman?

Seeing Yun Yun's tightly closed eyes and her eyelashes trembling slightly, Xiao Yan took a deep breath and tried to calm his mind.

His slender fingers reached out steadily, with a slight, almost imperceptible tremor, and carefully unfastened the blue inner armor that protected the Abundant Misty Cloud Mountain.

Despite Xiao Yan's carefulness, the fragments of the inner armor still grazed her wound, causing her delicate body to tremble slightly and her brows to furrow.

As the inner armor was gently removed, a breathtakingly white and delicate expanse was revealed to Xiao Yan without reservation.

Its majestic curves, like finely carved white jade, radiated a breathtaking luster in the dimly lit cave.

However, those five deep, gruesome claw marks, revealing bone and tearing flesh, ripped this perfect scene beyond recognition.

The dark red bloodstains stood out starkly against the fair skin.

Xiao Yan's gaze instantly focused on the wound, his heartache and anger intertwined, dispelling most of his romantic thoughts.

But that fleeting glimpse of breathtaking beauty was deeply etched into the boy's mind, never to be forgotten.

In fact, Xiao Yan had some useful pills that could save him a lot of trouble.

However, Yun Yun is currently unable to circulate her Dou Qi, and she cannot process many useful pills.

At that time, Xiao Yan would have to touch her body and use his own Dou Qi to help her digest the medicinal power of the pill.

However, being seen naked by her little apprentice was already enough to make Yun Yun feel extremely ashamed and indignant. If he were to reach out and touch her, then...

Well!

She truly doesn't know how to face her little apprentice now.

After all, although she was her teacher, she was also a mature woman who had been single for over twenty years. It was one thing for a man to see her, but if he got his hands on her, how would she ever find a suitable husband in the future?

Although neither she nor Xiao Yan said anything, so no one knew, she just couldn't get over it in her heart!

At that moment, Yun Yun even wished she could die outside.

If Xiao Yan weren't her disciple, she wouldn't be so conflicted.

Although she is more than ten years older than Xiao Yan, this age difference should not be a problem once they reach the Dou Zong.

If they get along well, it's not impossible for this healing experience to bring them closer and eventually lead to a romantic relationship.

But this child happens to be the very apprentice he himself had tried so hard to recruit!

Although she had held the child several times, and... when she was flying with him before, this traitorous disciple had even contradicted her, how could they be together with such a relationship!

What's more, the younger apprentice is also the fiancé of the older apprentice, Yanran.

How am I supposed to face Yanran after this?!

Fortunately, Xiao Yan did not intend to treat Yun Yun that way.

He chose the method from his home planet Earth.

There's no need for debridement, medication, or suturing; his ointment has a far better prognosis than needle and thread suturing.

Debridement is actually unnecessary.

But Xiao Yan knew that Teacher Yun Yun was a woman who loved cleanliness. With so much blood on her body, she was currently seriously injured and had no time to care about such things, but once her injuries healed a little, she would definitely find it unbearable.

Since that's the case, this understanding and kind apprentice naturally wanted to help his teacher share the burden.

As for why they are so proactive...

Of course, it's because it's positive and uplifting.

The biggest reason he was willing to become her disciple was actually Yun Yun herself.

After all, he wasn't a woman with traditional values like Yun Yun; he had a lot of ideas running through his mind.

He didn't want to miss any of these women who were both beautiful and had pleasing personalities.

Using his Dou Qi spirit, Xiao Yan created a clean towel that was free from any possibility of infection. He then used his strange Heavenly Flames water, soaked the towel in the boiling water, and used his Fire Blowing Palm technique to blow away all the excess water and heat from the towel.

After feeling the temperature of the damp towel, which was slightly higher than his own body temperature, Xiao Yan picked it up and began to carefully clean the congealed scabs and dirt around the wound with extremely gentle movements.

Each extremely gentle touch of the towel caused Yun Yun's body, which was pretending to be asleep, to tremble slightly, almost imperceptibly.

Her cheeks had already turned as red as a sunset when Xiao Yan removed his inner armor, and now she felt as if the blood in her body was boiling. The scabs that were about to congeal at her wounds began to bleed again.

Because the eyes are closed, the information perceived through touch is amplified.

In Yun Yun's perception, the towel seemed to carry the warmth of the boy's fingertips, and each gentle touch across the edge of her sensitive skin felt like a tease.

Yet she could clearly feel the boy's focused and careful movements. But as time went on, the gentle touch brought not pain, but a strange, tingling electric current that traveled along the nerves near the wound to her limbs and bones, eventually gathering in the deepest part of her heart and igniting a nameless flame she had never experienced before.

An indescribable heat rose uncontrollably from within my body, spreading rapidly as if ants were crawling on my skin.

She felt her skin had become unusually sensitive; every subtle rise and fall of her breath, every gliding of the towel across her skin, sent shivers down her spine.

What made her even more ashamed and indignant was that this burning sensation was not due to illness, but rather a kind of instinctive, unfamiliar thrill and longing.

She bit her lower lip hard, using all her strength to prevent herself from making a sound, and could only silently repeat in her heart:

"It's all an illusion, it's all fake, it's all an illusion, it's all fake..."

She closed her eyes tightly, wanting to bury her face in the feathers on her chest like an ostrich, but she was not an ostrich. The Misty Cloud Mountain- like peaks on her chest were drooping slightly due to gravity, like a pair of water-filled balloons, hanging there heavily.

It seemed that the bloodstains had been wiped clean. Xiao Yan gently put his arm around Yun Yun's shoulder and gently helped her lie down again on the Green Lotus Throne.

The two water balloons have now transformed into inverted bowls, or perhaps large white steamed buns dotted with rouge, steamed during the Lunar New Year—soft, fragrant, and mouthwatering.

Xiao Yan had completed the first step of cleaning the wound; next, it was time to apply the medicine.

Xiao Yan had concocted quite a few external wound medicines before, including powders and ointments.

But Xiao Yan certainly wouldn't choose the powder that could be sprinkled from a distance. He decisively took out a small jade jar from his Storage Ring, which was filled with ointment.

As Yun Yun was helped to lie down, her feelings became even more complicated because Xiao Yan had stopped moving on her.

Her long eyelashes trembled violently like the wings of a startled butterfly. She dared not open her eyes to face her honest, kind, filial, and lovely little apprentice, whom she remembered. She dared not imagine how wretched she looked in her apprentice's eyes at this moment—her upper garments were off, she was naked and exposed, lying here as if she were being picked at will, and her body was producing some strange reactions from his touch that she dared not think about.

At this moment, she could only repeatedly hypnotize herself in her mind:

"It's okay, he's just a child. It's okay, he's just..."

However, the emptiness and longing that gradually rose in her heart because Xiao Yan did not continue to act were a cruel mockery of her self-deception.

Am I really a promiscuous and wicked woman?

But she has never reacted this way to other men before.

She didn't understand why this was happening.

Could it be because Xiao Yan saw his own body?

Or rather, did you touch your own body through the towel?

Or is it... because of the complicated relationship between her and Xiao Yan?

Impossible! Absolutely impossible!

Yun Yun dared not think any further.

Despite feeling utterly ashamed and furious, she still didn't open her eyes.

The young apprentice was so focused on treating her, his movements so proper and orderly, that he didn't even feel the uncomfortable gazes directed at him. If he were to scold him out of shame and indignation, wouldn't that chill his sincere heart? Wouldn't that make him, the teacher, seem like an immature little girl, overly dramatic?

But in this way, she could only suppress her complex emotions, endure her body's reactions, and wait for Xiao Yan's next move.

Xiao Yan naturally knew that Yun Yun was pretending to be asleep. Although he had avoided any unnecessary touching and tried his best to focus his gaze only on the wound, the dazzling white light still exuded an irresistible and fatal allure in the corner of his eye.

Fortunately, Xiao Yan had been a heat-resistant king for so many years, so his willpower was still quite good. He immediately turned his self-aimed eyes back to the jade altar in his hand.

He took some ointment with his hands and applied it very gently to the gruesome wound.

The cool, pure medicinal power penetrates instantly, bringing powerful repair and pain relief effects.

Yun Yun felt a slight chill on her body, and as Xiao Yan gently applied the ointment with his fingers, her breasts surged.

Just as Xiao Yan finished applying the medicine, her entire body suddenly tensed up, then went completely limp again.

At that moment, her heart was filled with despair.

Xiao Yan was startled and flinched, causing even more exaggerated waves to appear.

After the ointment was applied evenly, the wound began to stop bleeding, close up, and scab over at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Xiao Yan breathed a long sigh of relief; it was finally done!

Without looking to the side, he swiftly took out a large black robe and gently covered Yun Yun with it.

After hesitating for a moment, Xiao Yan muttered to himself, "Teacher is very clean. That skirt is only half-finished and so dirty. Should I change it for her?"

Upon hearing this, Yun Yun suddenly opened her tightly closed eyes!

Those once elegant and noble phoenix eyes were now filled with tears, and feelings of shame, indignation, grievance, and utter embarrassment erupted like a volcano!

It concealed the guilty conscience in his eyes.

She stared intently at Xiao Yan, her lips trembling as she tried to say something, but the overwhelming shame, the lingering heat in her body, and the wetness beneath her skirt instantly overwhelmed all her reason like a tsunami.

"You... I..."

She managed to utter only two broken syllables before her vision went black. Yun Yun flashed through her mind: the boy's handsome yet conflicted face, the sensation of his fingertips tracing her body, the heat and wetness, and her own uncontrollable, shameful moan...

The intense emotional shock and the weakness brought on by her serious injuries finally broke her taut nerves.

"Don't take my clothes off!"

After a warning laced with sobs and filled with shame and indignation, Yun Yun's eyes rolled back, her pretty face, which had just regained a trace of color, instantly lost all color, her body went limp, and she completely fainted, collapsing unconscious onto the Green Lotus Throne.

"Teacher!"

Xiao Yan was startled and quickly stepped forward to check on her. He found that although her breathing was weak, it was steady, and although her pulse was weak, it was still regular. She had only fainted due to excessive emotional fluctuations and her serious injuries and physical weakness. There was no danger to her life.

"Thank goodness, thank goodness..."

Xiao Yan breathed a sigh of relief, his eyes narrowing as he looked at Yun Yun's still furrowed brows and unnaturally flushed cheeks after she fainted.

It feels like the beautiful teacher was trying to cover something up just now.

No taking off your clothes...

Um?

Could it be!?

Xiao Yan thought of a certain possibility and his eyes widened in surprise.

Teacher Yun Yun, could it be...?

Xiao Yan's Adam's apple bobbed slightly. He couldn't help but lift the black robe covering Yun Yun's body. His gaze involuntarily followed the taut lines of Yun Yun's body, finally landing on the hem of her skirt, which was now tightly pressed against her skin by a pair of jade-like legs.

A faint water stain, which had somehow spread out, caught Xiao Yan's eye, confirming the astonishing conjecture in his mind that had taken his breath away.

"Just treating the wounds, and yet..."

Xiao Yan was deeply shocked.

He never expected that his focus on healing would cause such a strong physical reaction from the gentle touch and the cool stimulation of the ointment to this beautiful and elegant teacher who was usually so dignified and unapproachable.

Looking at Yun Yun's pale profile with an unusual blush, and at the cherry blossom color on the Yunlan Snow Mountain, Xiao Yan felt an unprecedented heat creep up his spine.

The air inside the cave seemed to thicken.

"Sigh, I've been ruined by women all my life; now I can't concentrate on my cultivation!"

After a long silence, Xiao Yan clenched his fist, ate another Jade Heart Pill to suppress the restlessness in his mind and body, and began to continue cultivating.

When it comes to matters of the heart, things should be done gradually, because not all girls are all over you when it comes to feelings.

Besides, Yun Yun unconscious is pointless.

These kinds of things are all about reaction time!

The time isn't right yet; I should definitely continue my cultivation.

But...

Hmph, my dear teacher Yun Yun, you're in for a world of trouble now that you're in my hands!