At that moment, Fu Nanzhi was so nervous and flustered that she didn't know what to say.
Fortunately, Shen Yi spoke first, and she hastily nodded in agreement to help ease her inner shyness.
Seeing her agreement, Shen Yi poured some medicine into his palm and carefully rubbed it to warm it up.
To be honest, in Shen Yi's view, Fu Nanzhi's psychological state was quite polarized.
On the surface, Fu Nanzhi appeared to others as a 27-year-old elite female lawyer.
She was dedicated to her work, serious, and highly disciplined and efficient.
In reality, the private Fu Nanzhi was like an 18-year-old radiant young girl.
Childish at heart, with downcast eyes, stubborn yet adorable.
Her psychological age completely lagged behind her physical age.
A mature woman's figure but with a young girl's heart.
Holding his palm above Fu Nanzhi's ankle, Shen Yi warned,
"This might hurt a bit."
Then he gently pressed on the bruised swelling and slowly applied pressure to massage it.
"Mmm..."
Despite Shen Yi's warning, the stinging pain and soreness made Fu Nanzhi furrow her brows and let out a sound.
Shen Yi didn't stop because of her reaction; now wasn't the time to be soft-hearted. Getting the medicine to penetrate fully would help her recover faster.
As he skillfully massaged back and forth, Shen Yi couldn't help but marvel.
Fu Nanzhi's legs were absolutely perfect - long, straight calves without an ounce of excess fat, gleaming white under the light.
Holding them felt like handling fine porcelain, making him afraid to apply too much pressure for fear of breaking such a precious treasure.
Meanwhile, Fu Nanzhi bit her lower lip, covering her face to hide her changing expressions from Shen Yi.
The pain in her ankle was making her restless.
The medicinal oil was pungent, his palms were warm, and the sprained area throbbed with a mix of pain and swelling.
It felt like having used a massage gun after swimming several kilometers.
What she couldn't express was another strange sensation that overshadowed the intense pain, filling her with an odd shyness that left her speechless.
This feeling, mixed with the sharp pain, blurred the boundaries. The blush that had just subsided returned quickly, rapidly spreading throughout her body.
Her slender fingers crumpled the bath towel as a bead of sweat appeared on her nose tip, trying hard not to make a sound.
She feared that if she opened her mouth, she would make embarrassing noises.
Shen Yi hadn't noticed Fu Nanzhi's predicament at all, his hands working steadily as his mind wandered.
It wasn't until he noticed that her fair legs had somehow taken on a rosy tint that he snapped back to attention.
Releasing his hands, the swollen ankle had already reduced considerably - a couple more days of rest and it should be fully healed.
"What's... what's wrong with you?"
Shen Yi turned to look at Fu Nanzhi - this wasn't the first time this had happened.
Each time she would be completely flushed like she was drunk, not just red all over but seeming dazed, speaking incoherently.
Fortunately, this time Fu Nanzhi maintained her rationality, though her voice was barely audible, and Shen Yi almost couldn't hear her.
"Take... take me upstairs, I need to change clothes."
Fu Nanzhi couldn't say anything more, thankfully Shen Yi had stopped in time.
Since getting out of the pool, her body had become sweaty several times over.
Fu Nanzhi felt sticky all over and was desperate to take a shower and change into fresh clothes.
Shen Yi carried her upstairs in his arms, opened the master bedroom door, and placed Fu Nanzhi in the bathroom.
"Can you manage by yourself?"
With Fu Nanzhi's leg condition, Shen Yi couldn't help but ask after setting her down.
Fu Nanzhi, wrapped in her towel, nodded without speaking, thinking to herself,
"Even if I can't manage, what else can be done..."
Shen Yi gestured vaguely, realizing he'd asked a pointless question, and quietly closed the door as he left.
Hearing sounds gradually coming from the bathroom, Shen Yi suddenly recalled how Fu Nanzhi had looked coming out of the water.
Her curvaceous figure, soft fair form - the splashing water sounds made his mind wander like grass growing wild.
Shen Yi shook his head to clear his thoughts and quickly walked away, aimlessly wandering around the room.
Fu Nanzhi's master bedroom wasn't large but was decorated very cozily.
A huge teddy bear, small plush toys, and cute felt crafts filled the room.
Under warm lighting, it was every bit a young girl's room.
Shen Yi thought nobody from the company would believe this was Fu Nanzhi's room if they saw it.
Walking to the cabinet, there were many photo frames displayed.
The first was an old photograph of an adorable little girl standing in a field, laughing while holding a pinwheel.
Though old, the photo was well-preserved, showing Fu Nanzhi grinning with pure joy.
The second photo was taken by a lake, showing three people. Fu Nanzhi in the middle was still in her teens, smiling brilliantly.
Shen Yi guessed the middle-aged couple on either side must be her parents.
The man looked steady and determined, wearing glasses that gave him a solemn appearance, while the woman looked graceful and elegant, embracing her daughter with a warm, radiant smile.
Moving his gaze, below was a graduation photo.
By then, Fu Nanzhi had grown into a graceful young woman, wearing nerdy thick-framed glasses and showing a reserved smile.
Looking closely, even the loose graduation gown couldn't completely hide her impressive figure, like a brilliant diamond buried in sand.
Shen Yi looked at the photos row by row, as if gradually becoming immersed in Fu Nanzhi's growth journey from childhood to adulthood.
Suddenly, Shen Yi faintly heard Fu Nanzhi calling softly.
Walking a few steps to the translucent door, he heard her say quietly:
"Shen... Shen Yi, could you... could you bring me my clothes?"
Shen Yi was stunned for a moment, realizing he had carried her in without bringing any change of clothes.
"Oh, sure," Shen Yi agreed, but turning around he realized he had no idea where Fu Nanzhi kept her clothes, so he quickly asked,
"Um, where are your clothes kept?"
There was silence for a moment, then:
"In the walk-in closet, first drawer of the first row, first drawer of the third row, then just grab any hanging piece of clothing for me, any of them will do."
Fu Nanzhi quickly explained where to find the clothes and then fell silent.
She spoke as rapidly as reciting a menu, as if the slightest pause would make her too embarrassed to continue.
Shen Yi memorized the instructions and turned right into the walk-in closet, opening both sides of the wardrobe to reveal neat rows of hanging clothes.
Looking at himself in the full-length mirror, Shen Yi let out an amazed sound.
He lived a simple bachelor's life, with just a few sets of everyday clothes, buying new ones only when old ones wore out.
Moving was simple too - just dragging a suitcase around, anything extra was just a burden to him.
Bending down to open the first drawer, Shen Yi's breath caught.
Inside were neatly folded rows of underwear, mostly in solid colors, nothing too bright.
Shen Yi pushed aside distracting thoughts and randomly grabbed one piece before moving to the next drawer.
Opening it confirmed his expectations - it contained upper garments, not small in size and very consistent in shape.
Picking matching colors, Shen Yi grabbed a hanging piece of clothing from the side and walked out.
Approaching the door, he turned the handle to create a small gap.
Shen Yi gentlemanly extended his left hand holding the clothes through the gap, intending for Fu Nanzhi to take them herself.
Leaning against the door, his hand remained suspended in air as Shen Yi waited, but Fu Nanzhi didn't take the clothes.
Then Fu Nanzhi's voice came:
"Shen Yi, please bring them in... I can't reach them..."
uld barely embark on the path to immortality. Just as he was on the verge of death, his golden finger awakened. No matter whether it was poison, drained blood and vital energy, diminished lifespan, or any other physical debuff caused by paying a price—once midnight passed, everything would be refreshed. From then on, whenever someone asked what kind of person Chu Ran was, the answer was simple: Forbidden arts that other cultivators dared not learn? Chu Ran would learn them. Prices that even demonic cultivators dared not pay? Chu Ran would pay them. Lifespan that even righteous cultivators dared not burn? Chu Ran would burn it. All the blood essence in his body? Take it. Want both his hands and feet? He would cut them off and send them to you. You say he’s finished? He wasn’t built to sit idle. You think he’s gone mad? No—he was simply waiting for midnight. From that day onward, Chu Ran would respect neither Heaven nor Earth, bow to neither gods nor ghosts. He had only one wish: For midnight to arrive a little sooner.
ver to a world of cultivation and returned invincible. Modern medicine is child's play compared to elixirs; technological might crumbles before true cultivation. My name is Qin Ning, Earth's sole cultivator!
s the Eldest Princess, renowned for her cold and aloof detachment, became the most docile of lambs, obeying his every command without question. But when the final move was played on the chessboard, as Gu Chenghan seized everything and ascended on the verge of apotheosis, that very Princess suddenly embraced him from behind, her tone carrying a dependence never heard before: "Wait... you haven't yet... commanded me to love you forever." Gu Chenghan froze abruptly. She... hadn't been hypnotized?! ... [The Eldest Princess's Diary] [When my soul was extracted, becoming the sole spectator outside my own shell] [At first, there was overwhelming fury, until I saw] [How he used my sword to effortlessly shatter my inescapable doom] [How he wielded my authority to eradicate fatal conspiracies I had never even detected] [Like a deity, he rescued me from the deep mire I was trapped in] [If not for those annoying vixens, he and I would be a match made in heaven] [I think I am ill, gravely ill] [My deity should belong to me alone] ... "Hypnosis? Oh, it succeeded, my dear Master." "Only this time, it's my turn to hypnotize you."
nd fell into a coma while saving his younger sister from an out-of-control car. He became a vegetable. No one knew that his consciousness had crossed into a world of cultivation. Over the course of sixty years, he began as the lowest kind of mine slave, struggling to survive amid mountains of corpses and seas of blood. By sheer chance, he eventually obtained the complete memories of a fallen Immortal King. Alchemy, medicine, formations, feng shui, physiognomy, artifact forging… Every great inheritance of the cultivation world was now his. But when he opened his eyes again, he discovered that ten full years had passed in the modern world. To pay for his treatment, his father had sold the family’s shop and house, leaving himself covered in lasting injuries and illness. His mother had cared for him day and night, and more than half of her hair had already turned white. His younger sister, who had been only fifteen back then, was now twenty-five. To help repay the family’s debts, she had been forced to lower her head and put on a smiling face in places of glittering lights and endless revelry. Only then did Chen Xuan understand that what he had lost was not merely ten years. He had lost the life his entire family was meant to have. The good news was that he had brought back the memories of an Immortal King’s entire lifetime. The bad news was that his soul had returned alone—his cultivation had not come with him. Spiritual energy was scarce, resources were depleted, and the modern world still had firearms, surveillance, capital, and laws. If he wanted to protect his family, break free from everyone’s control, and become truly invincible beneath the heavens, he would have to start all over again.
