Free Web NovelChapter 115: Chapter 115: Jiang Xia Doesn’t Have Much Resistance
Perhaps feeling its retreat had been too obvious, the Pallas’s cat kitten hesitated for a few seconds before poking its head out from its fluffy body again. It shot a deliberately fierce glare at Shi Lan’s spiritual power thread, hissing aggressively.
It looked almost exactly the same as the first time Shi Lan had met Jiang Xia. ƒrēewebnoѵёl.cσm
Shi Lan couldn’t help but laugh, nearly losing her focus. Her spiritual power thread showed faint signs of dissipating.
She quickly steadied herself, trying her best to ignore the Pallas’s cat kitten at her side that was attempting to ’act cute’ to drive her out of its personal territory, and focused on the treatment.
The Pallas’s cat kitten tried to intimidate her for a long while. When it realized she was completely ignoring it, its wariness slowly turned to curiosity.
Its gaze softened unknowingly. Its golden eyes darted about, watching as Shi Lan’s spiritual power thread formed into a leaf, balled up, and devoured the Spiritual Poison.
Time ticked by, second by second. The Pallas’s cat kitten watched for a long time. When it saw its own spiritual power threads appear from beneath the Spiritual Poison, it thought Shi Lan’s spiritual power thread was eating them.
It scared itself so badly its fur stood on end. Baring its teeth, it once again tried to drive her away, its tail thrashing about in anxious panic. But Shi Lan was now wholly absorbed in the treatment and didn’t even glance at it.
Finally, the first of its spiritual power threads was completely freed. The soft, white thread affectionately nuzzled against Shi Lan’s before returning to the Pallas’s cat kitten’s body unimpeded.
In that instant, the Pallas’s cat kitten’s eyes became clear.
As Shi Lan continued the treatment, it finally calmed down and stopped making trouble. Its initial fierceness had completely transformed into docile gentleness.
Three hours later, Shi Lan’s spiritual power thread prepared to withdraw. As if sensing something, the Pallas’s cat kitten sat quietly inside the Poison Cocoon, its eyes filled with reluctance as it gazed at her.
Shi Lan had her spiritual power thread give a little wave, but still steeled her heart and left.
She opened her eyes. She had expected Jiang Xia to be sitting there quietly and obediently. Instead, she found him curled up on the bed, flushed red from his face to his ears. He was turned toward her like a baby in the womb, the hand she had just treated unmoving. A few strands of his silver hair had fallen across his cheeks, obscuring his eyes and brows. He seemed not to notice, his eyes half-closed. Beneath the veil of silver hair, his red lips were faintly visible on his pale face. His mouth was slightly agape, his breathing erratic.
In this moment, Jiang Xia looked like a pitiful little thing she had bullied mercilessly. freeωebnovēl.c૦m
An air of brokenness and languor surrounded him, making him seem weak and vulnerable.
Shi Lan swallowed almost imperceptibly. She gently poked one of Jiang Xia’s arms. "Lord Jiang, what are you doing?"
Right now, Jiang Xia was like a small boat just ravaged by a fierce storm; every organ in his body felt sensitive and fragile.
His body couldn’t help but tremble again. He slowly opened his unfocused eyes, and seeing Shi Lan’s hand about to pull away, he grabbed it with a touch of clingy reluctance. He then nuzzled his cheek against it fondly, just like a clingy little kitten.
"Lanlan... the, the Spiritual Connection... it feels so strange..."
"It’s... so comfortable. My body feels unpre...cedentedly light, and relaxed... but it’s also a little tingly..."
The aftereffects hadn’t faded for Jiang Xia. Pressed close to Shi Lan, his hot, moist breath fanned across her palm. Perhaps because the sensation was so comfortable it felt abnormal, his voice still held a hoarse tremor.
Shi Lan watched him awkwardly. She hadn’t expected Jiang Xia to have such low resistance.
She had actually felt what he was describing before, but after a few times, she had learned to ignore the fleeting, strange, tingling sensation. Jiang Xia, on the other hand...
’It was just a few intermittent connections, and he’s already turned into this...’
Shi Lan didn’t know what to say. After all, He Hanshi and the other two hadn’t shown such an unusual reaction before.
She looked at the hand Jiang Xia was still holding tightly. His nose was pressed to her palm, and his lips brushed against her skin, barely there. It was a little ticklish, and a little torturous.
It was her first time seeing Jiang Xia like this, and she felt a bit out of her depth. She discreetly pulled her hand back.
Jiang Xia’s damp, dazed eyes watched her with a look of both accusation and longing. Shi Lan almost felt like a heartless woman who had just abandoned her husband and child. She silently averted her gaze and stammered, "I-It’s normal. You’ll... you’ll get used to it after a few more treatments..."
"Is that so?"
Jiang Xia’s unfocused eyes stared straight at her as he murmured doubtfully.
Shi Lan nodded. "Of course."
’At any rate, I can mostly ignore it now, so doing it a few more times should build up his resistance.’
Jiang Xia let out a dazed "Oh." In truth, his mind couldn’t really process much of what she was saying. The electric-shock-like tingle still hadn’t faded from his body. And though he was speaking, his eyes were glued to her hands at her sides, as if pondering how to pull them over to him again.
His gaze made Shi Lan want to actually go over and bully him for a moment. Though he hadn’t opened his mouth to say anything, his pitiful yet expectant eyes were clearly trying to entice her.
Thankfully, her self-control was decent enough.
Having never been intimate with a man, the Shi Lan of this moment still didn’t know what she was missing.
So she said firmly, "I’ll be leaving first, then. You should rest a bit more."
With that, she got up from the ice bed and hurriedly left Prison No. 4, so flustered that she even forgot to ask what Jiang Xia’s collapse value had dropped to.
After Shi Lan left, Mu Tangfeng, who had been listening intently to the situation the entire time, could finally hold back no longer.
"Jiang Xia, did you eat a whole jar of sugar?"
"A grown man, whining at Lanlan like that... your voice is so disgusting I could puke."
"Heh, you can’t even handle a little Spiritual Connection. You really are trash."
Jiang Xia knew he wasn’t in any condition to fight back, so he had no intention of retorting along Mu Tangfeng’s lines. He simply said in a soft, cloying voice, "You just don’t get it."
Hearing that, Mu Tangfeng flew into a rage. "Who says I don’t get Spiritual Connection? Isn’t it just like Basic Healing? It’s not like Lanlan has never treated me before."
Jiang Xia remained curled up and ignored him.
Seeing that he was being completely ignored, Mu Tangfeng grew even more exasperated. "You just wait! Lanlan is definitely going to treat me soon, and when she does, I’ll make sure you see how mighty I am!"
"Not someone a weak beast like you can compare to."
Jiang Xia closed his eyes, letting the words go in one ear and out the other.
「The next day.」
Shi Lan’s treatment target finally shifted to Mu Tangfeng.
The original plan had been to perform the Spiritual Connection on him first, but unexpectedly, he ended up being the last.
Perhaps guessing it would be his turn today, Mu Tangfeng had put on new clothes. He was dressed as flamboyantly as ever, even stuffing a few of his own gorgeous feathers into the pocket on his collar, as if afraid people wouldn’t know how beautiful his feathers were.
His dark eyes discreetly gauged Shi Lan’s reaction. Only when he saw that her expression held no trace of disgust or displeasure at his attire did he retract his gaze in satisfaction.
Shi Lan said, "Lord Mu, I’ll be treating you today. I remember your collapse value is at 52%, so we should be able to perform the Spiritual Connection as well."
Mu Tangfeng didn’t interfere with Shi Lan’s plan. ’Besides,’ he thought, ’it’s been long enough. It’s about time she paid attention to me.’
He suppressed the delight in his heart and feigned nonchalance with a simple "Mm."
