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Chapter 11 - “You Said You’d Detox Me—Why Are You Taking Off Your Pants?” ( Part 2 )

Chapter 11: “You Said You’d Detox Me—Why Are You Taking Off Your Pants?” ( Part 2 )

Li Mochou, too weak to care, said feebly, “The poison in me seems uncontrollable. Save me!”

With that, she fainted.

Huang Rong, seeing this, stepped forward to channel true qi into Li Mochou, saying, “Ouyang Feng’s poison is extraordinary. We must treat her quickly!”

Wang Xuan nodded.

No poison, however potent, was a match for him.

When Li Mochou opened her eyes again, she found herself on a bed, clearly back at the inn.

“You’re awake?”

Wang Xuan’s voice came from beside her.

Li Mochou rolled over and sat up. Though still aching, she could move.

“Thank you!”

“Don’t thank me yet. Your poison’s only suppressed, not fully cured.”

Hearing this, Li Mochou’s expression dimmed, saying sheepishly, “Sorry for dragging you down!”

After all, their deal was only to kill Ouyang Feng.

Detoxification was beyond the agreement.

Without an antidote, forcing out poison with true qi would take ten days to half a month.

Li Mochou feared Wang Xuan might abandon her.

With her looks and figure, countless men secretly coveted her!

Wolves circling all around.

Had she not luckily met Wang Xuan, she couldn’t imagine her fate.

“Actually, I have a way to quickly detoxify you, but I don’t want to take advantage of your plight. So, I need your consent!”

Wang Xuan approached the bed, speaking to Li Mochou.

Taking advantage was, of course, nonsense.

But acting on a bedridden, immobile woman was frankly dull.

“Young Master, what are you saying? You saved my life. If it can detoxify me, do whatever you need!”

Li Mochou braced herself for physical contact.

After all, expediency trumps propriety—some touch was inevitable.

With another man, she’d rather die than be touched, but with Wang Xuan, her acceptance surged.

That said, the next moment, Li Mochou was flabbergasted.

“Huh? Young Master, what are you doing?”

“Detoxifying!”

Wang Xuan replied, untying his belt.

Li Mochou’s eyes widened.

What’s going on?

To detoxify, why are you taking off your pants?

To force poison out with true qi, shouldn’t it be her clothes coming off?

Watching Wang Xuan remove his pants, Li Mochou’s eyes grew wider. She wanted to look away but couldn’t move.

That thing can detoxify?

You’re fooling a three-year-old!

Regarding Li Mochou’s shock and confusion, Wang Xuan naturally couldn’t be bothered to explain.

Trick her? He, Wang Xuan, would stoop to such petty deception?

To be honest, using that thing to detoxify Li Mochou was like using a sledgehammer to crack a nut—overkill and wasteful.

Mortal eyes fail to recognize celestial treasures!

In time, she would come to understand its value.

Fortunately, Li Mochou was tactful and didn’t demand any long-winded explanations.

As the old saying goes: There are no cold women in the world, only men who fail to ignite them.

What Red Lotus Fairy? Wasn’t she now kneeling obediently?

“Y-Young Master…”

“Don’t talk while eating! You’ll choke.”

Once unfamiliar, now practiced—he’d take his time with the feast.

While Wang Xuan was busy detoxifying Li Mochou, Huang Rong wasn’t idle. She sought out a few beggars on the street and instructed them to look for Hong Lingbo’s whereabouts.

After all, in Huang Rong’s eyes, Li Mochou was now somewhat of a sister.

And that little girl named Hong Lingbo was no longer an outsider.

Even if they couldn’t find her, at least she would have tried.

Upon returning to the inn and hearing the noises next door, Huang Rong couldn’t help but admire Li Mochou.

A maiden of noble birth, using her mouth from the start—surely it must’ve been hard, mentally.

That thought sparked a sense of crisis in her.

Not jealousy, but fear.

After all, men are fickle pigs, always chasing novelty.

What if Wang Xuan started neglecting her because Li Mochou was younger?

Just imagining long lonely nights while Wang Xuan was with someone else made her feel a massive emptiness inside.

Actually, the two of us together…

As soon as this thought appeared, Huang Rong gasped.

How could I even think that? I’m getting bolder by the day!

But with things as they were, could she even go back now?

It felt like two voices echoed in her mind. One warned her not to sink deeper, to maintain restraint. The other mocked her:

You clearly enjoy it every night—what’s with the modesty?

Caught in her internal struggle, Huang Rong didn’t even notice when the sounds from the next room stopped—until Wang Xuan opened the door and walked in.

“What are you spacing out about?”

“Ah? It’s over? How is she?”

“She’ll be fine after a night’s rest. We can hit the road tomorrow.”

Though delayed a day, there was no helping it.

“You didn’t…”

Huang Rong stared at Wang Xuan, seemingly surprised he hadn’t gone all the way with Li Mochou.

“She was in that state!”

Wang Xuan, clearly guessing her thoughts, smiled.

He had wanted another sign-in, but Li Mochou had just come back from the brink. Her body wouldn’t have withstood his intensity.

Better to wait until she’s recovered—more fun that way.

“That makes sense.”

Huang Rong nodded.

She understood deeply—no one was more qualified to speak on this matter than she.

In her current frail state, Li Mochou definitely wasn’t a match for Wang Xuan.

Not even one round!

With that thought, Huang Rong glanced at Wang Xuan from under her lashes, then stood and walked behind him, placing her hands on his shoulders.

Hm?

Wang Xuan blinked.

So forward?

That’s rare!

And it’s not even dark out!

But since she was clearly making a move, he’d be rude not to respond.

Besides, thanks to Li Mochou earlier, he hadn’t been fully satisfied.

He was still holding back a belly full of fire!

“Wife, you’ve reached Qi Refinement Stage 3, haven’t you?”

“Mm.”

Huang Rong nodded.

Though she’d mainly been helping Wang Xuan cultivate, her own progress wasn’t bad.

The more she understood, the more shocked she became!