In the martial world, acupoint-touching techniques were traditionally taught only between father and daughter, mother and son, or husband and wife…never from a male master to a female disciple, or vice versa. The reason was simple: if you couldn’t touch and press every acupoint on the body, how could you possibly learn the art?
Though Song Qingshu was now healing, it was akin to teaching acupoint-touching. Even Old Fool Zhou Botong, who was famously oblivious to such matters, had ended up in bed with Yinggu after teaching her the technique.
Song Qingshu was no Old Fool…he was composed, his willpower far beyond ordinary men. Unfortunately, Chen Yuanyuan’s willpower couldn’t even match Yinggu’s.
Chen Yuanyuan had always harbored a secret she’d never told anyone: whenever a man touched her, she’d go weak all over, her body becoming softer than cotton. This sensitive constitution had made her irresistible to men of power like Li Zicheng and Wu Sangui.
Now, with each acupoint Song Qingshu pressed, a wave of warmth spread through her body, making her feel cozy and comfortable…so much so that she almost moaned aloud.
But reason prevailed. She bit her lip hard, terrified of making any embarrassing sound.
Song Qingshu was fully focused on healing and, with Chen Yuanyuan facing away, didn’t notice anything unusual. After opening the thirty-six acupoints along her Governing Vessel, he reached out and gently turned her around. Seeing her lips had been bitten until they bled, he asked in surprise, “Are you in pain?”
Startled, Chen Yuanyuan quickly shook her head: “No, I’m fine.”
Song Qingshu continued, “Next, I’ll open the twenty-five acupoints along your Conception Vessel.”
Chen Yuanyuan, knowing nothing of martial arts or acupoint distribution, and flustered about her own thoughts, simply hummed in assent, signaling she was ready.
Song Qingshu considered warning her that many points on the Conception Vessel were in sensitive areas, but then thought better of it. *She’s been through so much in life…a little physical contact shouldn’t bother her.* He said nothing more.
But this proved a trial for Chen Yuanyuan. At first, acupoints like Chengjiang, Lianquan, and Tiantu were fine. But then his finger pressed between her bre@sts, and her eyes flew wide open: “Th-this is an acupoint too?”
“Mm.” Song Qingshu nodded, explaining as he pressed: “This is Zilong, this is Yutang, this is Danzhong…”
She studied his eyes carefully and found them perfectly clear, realizing she’d misjudged him. They’d never been so close before, and she suddenly noticed he was like a finely sculpted statue…every line of his face was handsome and masculine. Her cheeks flushed as she quickly turned away, trying to compose herself.
*What’s wrong with me? He’s so much y0unger than me…*
Her thoughts were soon interrupted as Song Qingshu’s finger pressed against her lower abdomen.
A warmth bloomed from her belly. Chen Yuanyuan clenched her fists, her face growing even redder.
After finishing points like Qihai and Shimen, Song Qingshu hesitated. After a moment’s pause, he said, “Madam, I need to undo your r0bes now.”
“What?” Chen Yuanyuan couldn’t believe her ears. “No!”
Song Qingshu had to explain: “There are several more acupoints directly below your navel…and they’re crucial. A slight deviation won’t just fail to save you…it’ll hasten your death.”
“But…” Chen Yuanyuan was mortified. “That’s completely improper!”
Seeing her resistance, Song Qingshu knew this wouldn’t work. He said flatly, “Madam, why worry? I’ve already seen everything that night…what I should have seen and what I shouldn’t. Would you rather I see you, or would you rather be hung at the palace gate for every man in the world to see?”
Chen Yuanyuan glared at him hatefully: “You mean well, so why must you always speak so crudely?”
Song Qingshu shrugged: “How else would you cooperate?”
Chen Yuanyuan bit her lip: “I don’t believe you’d actually do that.”
Song Qingshu met her gaze: “You’re welcome to test that.”
They stared at each other for a long moment. Finally, Chen Yuanyuan looked away with a soft huff: “Fine. You win.”
Song Qingshu smiled slightly: “Will you do it, or shall I?”
She flushed again at his words, her breathing growing flustered: “I… I’ll do it myself.” She hesitantly moved her hands to her waist.
Song Qingshu waited a long while. Seeing her frozen with her hands on her belt, he rolled his eyes: “Let me.” He leaned in and, without further ado, quickly undid her robes, revealing her smooth, lovely abdomen.
“You…” Chen Yuanyuan was both mortified and frantic, but as Song Qingshu pressed the Guanyuan point three inches below her navel, the tingling sensation forced her to clamp her mouth shut, terrified of making any embarrassing sound.
“Seems you’ve had plenty of practice undre$sing girls,” Chen Yuanyuan couldn’t resist a sarcastic comment once she’d recovered. Women’s belts were rather complex in this world…done wrong, they’d easily become tangled knots.
“Madam, are you jealous?” A faint smile tugged at the corner of Song Qingshu’s mouth.
“Pah!” Chen Yuanyuan quickly turned away, her heart pounding. *Talking to him was a mistake.*
She resolved not to speak to him again, but as his hand kept moving lower, she couldn’t hold back: “Wh-where are you reaching?”
Song Qingshu replied calmly: “The Conception Vessel is also called the ‘Sea of the Yin Channels,’ and the Huiyin point can be called the ‘Sea within the Sea’…it’s the most important acupoint on the Conception Vessel.”
No wonder Chen Yuanyuan was alarmed…the Huiyin point lay at the very center between a woman’s most intimate parts.
“Can we skip that one?” Chen Yuanyuan’s voice was nearly tearful.
Song Qingshu shook his head: “If I don’t open the Huiyin point, all the work on the Conception Vessel will be wasted.”
Hearing the finality in his tone, Chen Yuanyuan turned her head away: “Then… make it quick.”
Song Qingshu gave a wry smile and focused his One-Yang Finger, pressing the point.
“Ah…” Chen Yuanyuan’s b0dy was naturally several times more sensitive than an ordinary w0man’s. She’d been gritting her teeth through everything, but this…having such an intimate place touched…sent a numbing sensation through her scalp, electric currents through her entire body. She couldn’t help but m0an aloud.
“What happened?” Li Yuanzhi, mindful of her duty, had been watching the outside intently, not daring to be careless. But at the sound of Chen Yuanyuan’s voice, she instinctively glanced back.
“Nothing.” Chen Yuanyuan and Song Qingshu answered in unison, as if by telepathy.
“Is that so?” From her angle, she couldn’t see anything unusual. Li Yuanzhi turned back, full of suspicion, and thought to herself: *A vixen is a vixen…even her moans sound like a cat in heat. Ugh, it gave me goosebumps.*