Ding Yao’s expression froze instantly. It seemed she hadn’t expected Xu Wendong to ask that question. The next moment, a blush rapidly spread across her face, "If you like, there’s no problem with letting you touch me a bit. After all, I can’t go my whole life without being touched by a man, can I?"
"If that’s the case, this sexy body of mine would be wasted."
Xu Wendong was taken aback, "Doctor Ding, you..."
"Yes, I’m still a virgin," Ding Yao admitted, her face flushed, "Isn’t that incredible?"
It was indeed unbelievable.
Ding Yao sighed softly, "I’ve wanted to find a boyfriend. I went through puberty too, and I had boys I liked. But... I have congenital heart disease; there’s no telling when something might happen."
"So, I dare not find a boyfriend. I’m afraid I would hurt him, and I fear dying in front of him."
"But, I’m human too. I have needs. Since I can’t find a man, I can only use other means."
With that said, Ding Yao’s image in Xu Wendong’s mind changed dramatically. Initially, he thought Ding Yao was a woman with a promiscuous heart; otherwise, there wouldn’t be those realistic rubber items hidden under her pillow. But it seemed things were not as he had imagined.
During the conversation, Xu Wendong had already helped Ding Yao undo her bra, revealing a petite yet firm whiteness. The sight of soft pinkness quickened his heartbeat, making him want to take a bite.
At this moment, a line of poetry flashed in his mind, "The young lotus just shows its pointed tips, and both hands can hold them comfortably."
"Doctor Ding, this might hurt a bit. Bear with it," Xu Wendong said intently, ready for the massage. Even with beauty before him, his mind remained focused.
Ding Yao lay there quietly, feeling the warmth of Xu Wendong’s hands. At first, her mind wandered, but soon she felt a piercing pain in her chest.
It was as if her heart was being crushed. Her refined features twisted in agony, and fine beads of sweat appeared on her forehead. However, the sensation only lasted a moment, and soon she felt relaxed and clear-headed.
"Let’s stop here for today," Xu Wendong said, panting as he finished. Using the Tui Na Technique from the Mysterious Gate Ghost Hand had drained his energy, and he felt dizzy.
He couldn’t help it; he had already used the Mysterious Gate Ghost Hand once before, and his strength hadn’t fully recovered. Doing it again was like adding fuel to a fire.
"Lie down and rest for a bit," Ding Yao said with a concerned face, getting up quickly to support Xu Wendong onto the bed, clothes forgotten.
Yet Xu Wendong, in his weakened state, was intently watching her chest with a fiery gaze, causing Ding Yao’s heart to race. Blushing, she chided, "Haven’t you seen enough?"
Xu Wendong giggled foolishly, "I didn’t have the mind to appreciate it before!"
Ding Yao’s face turned beet red, "Maybe you should feel it a bit?"
She understood that when Xu Wendong was treating her, his gaze was clear and devoid of distracting thoughts, even as he held her for the massage.
Frankly, Xu Wendong had touched her, yet he hadn’t.
Feeling grateful, she wouldn’t mind letting Xu Wendong feel a bit.
After all, which woman could resist the charm of such a super handsome guy like Xu Wendong?
"No, no, no," Xu Wendong, although eager to feel the firm softness, resisted Ding Yao’s offer. Touching it would certainly be pleasant, but it tormented his heart.
"Didn’t expect you to be such a gentleman," Ding Yao remarked, blushing as she fixed her clothes, then asked with concern, "Has my condition improved?"
Xu Wendong shook his head, "I can only help reduce some of your pain and discomfort. As for the condition... it hasn’t improved at all." Seeing the disappointment in Ding Yao’s eyes, Xu Wendong quickly added, "Dr. Ding, don’t worry. Give me some time, and I promise you’ll be cured."
"Can you really cure me?" A hint of unidentified tension appeared in Ding Yao’s eyes. She didn’t want to die; there were many unfulfilled wishes and things she hadn’t done.
She hadn’t loved someone passionately or experienced the sweetness of love.
Xu Wendong asked nervously, "Dr. Ding, do you believe in Qigong?"
Ding Yao nodded. For ages, medicine and martial arts have been inseparable. As a Chinese doctor, she naturally believed in Qigong.
Xu Wendong replied, "Since you believe, that’s good. My Tui Na Technique needs to be combined with Qigong to be most effective. Rest assured, once I cultivate True Qi, I can treat your stubborn illness."
Ding Yao smiled bitterly, "As far as I know, cultivating True Qi takes forty to fifty years at least. By the time you cultivate it, the grass on my grave would be several meters tall!"
Clearly, she didn’t believe Xu Wendong could cultivate True Qi in just three months.
"I can," Xu Wendong said anxiously, "The cultivation technique I’m practicing is different from ordinary ones. I don’t need years of martial arts practice to cultivate True Qi; you have to believe me."
As a doctor, he knew the trickiest problem wasn’t an incurable disease but the despair it brought.
Despair was the most hopeless disease. As long as the heart held hope, there was a chance to conquer illness, no matter how severe.
"Heh," Ding Yao chuckled, "I’ve lived so many years and never heard of a cultivation that doesn’t require years of martial arts to cultivate True Qi."
"Of course, it could be my ignorance."
Xu Wendong sensed her growing pessimism and spoke, "Dr. Ding, I’m not lying to you."
"To be honest, my cultivation technique is quite special; it requires combining with women. As long as there are enough women, the more times we combine, the stronger I become. By then, I can cure you."
Ding Yao was stunned, her eyes filled with astonishment, "Dual Cultivation Technique?"
"Yes, yes, yes," Xu Wendong nodded vigorously. It was easy with someone who understood; no need to explain much.
Ding Yao snapped out of her shock, a wry smile on her face, "With your dull nature, you’re destined not to be liked by girls, let alone grow through dual cultivation."
That simple remark left Xu Wendong speechless. Yes, which girl would like him or dual cultivate with him?
Just as he was at a loss, Ding Yao’s bright eyes lit up. Blushing, she asked cautiously, "Can I dual cultivate with you?"