Chapter 0069: Unable to Hold Back

Many times, women are like this: a decent man earnestly pursues them, but they may not be interested. Yet those who display a mischievous, shameless demeanor, and possess a bit of skill, often easily stir a woman's feelings.

Soon, they arrived at Blue Sky Garden. The car drove directly to the building where Chen Yuan lived.

“I live alone. Would you like to come up for a glass of water?” Chen Yuan asked, her cheeks flushed.

“Heh, all alone? Aren’t you afraid I might eat you up?” Zhang Xiaofan grinned.

“If you have the guts, go ahead. If you do, I’ll stick to you for life,” Chen Yuan responded, fearless now.

“You said it yourself. Let’s go, do you think I’m scared?” Zhang Xiaofan replied, opening the car door.

Chen Yuan smiled. This guy, sometimes calling her ‘sister,’ other times referring to himself as ‘big brother’—she really couldn’t fathom what was on his mind. Still, the thought of bringing Zhang Xiaofan upstairs made her a bit nervous. If he really wanted… that… should she resist or comply?

“Come on, take me upstairs. What’s wrong, are you scared?” Zhang Xiaofan raised an eyebrow. “If you’re afraid, I won’t go up.”

“I’m not scared at all,” Chen Yuan said immediately, telling herself there was nothing to fear. It was only a night’s sleep; her classmates had lost theirs back in school, and she’d preserved hers until now.

She took Zhang Xiaofan’s arm and led him inside the building. In the elevator, she pressed eight. There was no one else inside, and Zhang Xiaofan could clearly sense Chen Yuan’s breathing becoming rapid.

The elevator was quick; soon they reached the eighth floor. Chen Yuan took out her keys, opened the door, and invited, “Come in.”

Zhang Xiaofan smiled and followed her inside.

Chen Yuan’s home was clean and tidy. The simple furnishings possessed a certain elegance—such a woman, if married, would certainly be the virtuous wife and loving mother type.

“Please, sit.” Chen Yuan said politely, pouring Zhang Xiaofan a glass of water, and sitting beside him.

“Well, take off your clothes,” Zhang Xiaofan said after a sip, his gaze lingering on Chen Yuan’s curves.

“Huh?” Chen Yuan was startled. Was he being serious? Did he have to be so direct?

“You really want to do that with me…” Chen Yuan’s voice was barely a whisper, her face glowing red.

“What do you mean ‘that’?” Zhang Xiaofan asked.

“If you ask me to take off my clothes, isn’t it for bed… I’m not ready yet, could you wait a little longer…” Chen Yuan murmured. Now that it was happening, she still couldn’t let go.

“Sister, what are you thinking?” Zhang Xiaofan rolled his eyes at her. “Do I look like that kind of man? You’re the one with a dirty mind. Is that what you want? I meant I’m going to treat your illness today, so you won’t have to worry about it anymore.”

“You’re the one with the dirty mind…” Chen Yuan wished she could disappear into the floor. What kind of person was this? If he was going to treat her, why not explain instead of asking her to undress?

Yet, for some reason, Chen Yuan felt a little disappointed. If he cured her illness, would it become harder to see him again?

Am I really that undesirable? Chen Yuan felt unhappy. Did he really never want to see her again?

But Chen Yuan wanted her illness cured. If she couldn’t find Zhang Xiaofan again, she’d have to undergo surgery. By then, he’d probably dislike her even more.

Slowly, Chen Yuan unzipped the back of her white dress...

Her face flushed, she slipped out of her restraints, obviously quite nervous.

“Don’t be nervous, I’m just going to use acupuncture.” Seeing her tremble, Zhang Xiaofan reminded her. He was fighting a fierce internal battle himself: such a beautiful woman before him, yet he had to maintain composure.

Sometimes, Zhang Xiaofan wished he could forget all propriety and simply give in. But if he did, he couldn’t just pull up his pants and walk away, could he? So he restrained himself.

If he met a woman who was proactive and didn’t care, only wanting a night’s pleasure, Zhang Xiaofan would have no hesitation.

Damn, he’d been holding back too long.

“Go ahead…” Chen Yuan steadied her nerves and whispered.

“I’m coming… Relax…” Zhang Xiaofan said softly, though it sounded awkward even to his ears.

He infused the silver needles with spiritual energy, then fixed his gaze on a snowy patch of skin. At a subtle reddened spot, he inserted the needle—the tiny red mark was where the cancer cells lay.

Even with advanced medicine, those cancer cells couldn’t be removed, only cut out.

But the Ghost-Hand Divine Needles offered a method to eradicate them.

Ten minutes felt brief, but for Zhang Xiaofan now, it was interminably long—a struggle raging in his heart.

Chen Yuan felt the same. Seeing the heat in Zhang Xiaofan’s eyes, she was so nervous she could hardly describe it.

“It’s done, you’re cured,” Zhang Xiaofan finally said, removing the needle.

Unexpectedly, Chen Yuan threw herself into his arms, her softness pressed against his chest.

“Sister Chen, what are you doing? Are you going to force yourself on me? I’m still a kid!” Zhang Xiaofan’s expression froze. Was this girl testing his endurance? He really was at his limit.

“Take me…” Chen Yuan whispered. She had made up her mind, feeling that no one else could ever occupy her heart.

“Are you serious?” Zhang Xiaofan’s tone grew solemn. “Even if I take you, I won’t make any promises. I told you, we’re from two different worlds.”

“I don’t care. I only want to give myself to you. Whatever comes after, I don’t care,” Chen Yuan replied. She was a classical girl, but a wild streak lay hidden within her.

“This won’t benefit you,” Zhang Xiaofan said. Chen Yuan was a good girl, and apparently a first-timer. He truly didn’t want to, but if things went on, he couldn’t guarantee restraint.

“Are you a man or not!” Chen Yuan said loudly. “I’ve come this far, and you’re not moved at all? Don’t worry, I know you’re not ordinary. I won’t cling to you. Think of it as my repayment for saving me.”

“Mmm…”

Suddenly, Chen Yuan felt strong arms wrap around her, and her lips were invaded with domineering passion.

Zhang Xiaofan couldn’t hold back any longer. Days of teasing from the Lin sisters had left him pent-up, and now Chen Yuan was pushing his limits.

He stopped caring about anything else, carried Chen Yuan to the sofa, and the battle began.

A night of wild abandon—Chen Yuan could be called his first real woman.

When morning came, Zhang Xiaofan felt utterly refreshed. After so long, he’d finally found release, and Chen Yuan had reached her peak again and again, her cries echoing through the night.

“Awake, still pretending to sleep?” Zhang Xiaofan gently stroked Chen Yuan’s hair. He knew she was awake, just feigning slumber.

“Annoying… After all this, you ask if I regret it.” Indeed, after intimacy, Chen Yuan became the picture of a sweet, shy woman.

“How am I annoying? I wonder who kept calling out last night…” Zhang Xiaofan teased.

“You… Who told you to be so rough… Didn’t even care for me,” Chen Yuan replied, her face blushing as she buried herself in his arms.

“So being rough is my fault? Didn’t you ask if I was a real man? I was just proving it to you,” Zhang Xiaofan laughed.

Then, with a serious expression, he said, “I can’t promise you much. I don’t know how long I’ll stay in Jinghai—maybe I’ll leave tomorrow, maybe in a year, or even longer.”

“I don’t mind,” Chen Yuan hugged him tightly. “As long as you’re in Jinghai, come see me often. If you decide to leave, just tell me. I know your world is vast; I won’t hold you back or burden you. If you ever want a woman, come to me.”

“You don’t regret it?” Zhang Xiaofan asked earnestly.

“There’s no point in regret. I just know I want to give myself to you, nothing more,” Chen Yuan replied.

“All right, since you’re so sensible, let’s go again…”

With that, Zhang Xiaofan became restless, pressing Chen Yuan beneath him once more.

“Again? But I’m still sore…” Chen Yuan was truly afraid, but in her heart, she didn’t resist. After all, last night she’d felt the pleasure and pain of becoming a woman.

From six to eight in the morning, Chen Yuan was limp as mud. Zhang Xiaofan got up and dressed.

“I’ll leave you my number. Call me if you need anything. Send me a text with your number,” Zhang Xiaofan said.

“Are you leaving?” Chen Yuan asked.

“Yes.” Zhang Xiaofan nodded. “I’m now the bodyguard for the Lin Group’s president.”

“You little rascal, remember to visit often,” Chen Yuan said plaintively.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart.” Zhang Xiaofan smiled, then went to the bathroom to brush his teeth, using Chen Yuan’s toothbrush without hesitation.