Qin Feng was tightly held by her, his face reduced to a wry smile, thinking how truly frail Zhou Muxi was—though he himself had been a seasoned lover of women, he had never seen anyone so tenderly affected before. It made sense now: when he had taken over Huili and Fangfang, it was due to the infusion of spiritual energy and rapid healing. With a touch of sympathy, he glanced at Zhou Xiaoniu, still trembling, realizing that no matter who was at fault, she was clearly the one who had suffered. Determined, he decided: why not lend her a hand? As this thought took root, a surge of spiritual energy branched off from his dantian, swiftly flowing through his meridians and reaching Qin Feng, then entering Zhou Xiaoniu’s body. After all, this would transform an ordinary girl into a cultivator. Given his relationship with Zhou Muxi, such a significant sacrifice was certainly unnecessary. Well, after all, she's a girl, and having lost her most precious possession after keeping it for eighteen years—something she had to endure with pain—it truly seems rather pitiful. This should be some form of compensation to her. He had assumed the spiritual energy would be sufficient, but as soon as it entered Zhou Xiaoniu’s body, it vanished as if it had been swallowed by the sea—completely gone. He was taken aback—what on earth was going on? No, he had to try again. This was the first time such a situation had occurred, and it was essential to understand the reason. On the second attempt, he released even more spiritual energy. This energy circulated several times through Zhou Muxi’s garden before vanishing entirely—just like the first time he had channeled energy into the small cauldron, which was remarkably similar to the current situation. Yet, before him stood a living, breathing girl with warmth and vitality—otherwise, he truly doubted whether Zhou Muxi was merely a piece of spiritual apparatus. Zhou Xiaoniu slowly lifted her head, her expression full of curiosity, and blinked her large eyes at him. “What would you like to say?” "Qin Feng asked. "Did you just do something to me?" The young woman asked this abruptly. "You're sure it's not a warm, cozy feeling?" he asked immediately. The young girl nodded. "I can tell the difference between hot and cold!" "No, I'm not sure how to put it. Alright, let's try again. Pay close attention." While speaking, Qin Feng had already guided a third stream of spiritual energy toward the girl's garden. This time, the energy was stronger and had entered her body, causing her to tremble involuntarily. Unlike before—when the tremors had been driven by pain—this time she looked utterly delighted. The energy moved in the same way as before, circling around her garden before vanishing, as if it had never been there at all. The girl stared at him with wide, blinking eyes, and with her nearly perfect, pointed face, he couldn't help but think of one word! "Cute." "What would you like to say?" he asked. "It's definitely a cool, refreshing sensation—cold, not warm," the girl said seriously. "Are you still in pain?" Qin Feng asked with concern first, then added, "If not, I'll come out right away!" As soon as Qin Feng moved, Xiao Niu began drawing in sharp breaths and clutched his waist tightly, saying, "Oh, it's painful! It's unbearable! Please don't move!" Qin Feng could only smile helplessly. What was going on? The warmth had turned cold, and the healing ability had vanished. Most importantly, every movement made her cry out in pain. Was he really supposed to just leave her there like this? Qin Feng wasn't eager to withdraw—he simply couldn't treat Zhou Muzhi the way he treated the other women, casually engaging in intimate moments. In fact, it was better to withdraw now. "How did you manage to do that just now? Can you continue?" Xiao Niu asked softly, her voice delicate. This girl is truly greedy. Qin Dashi thought, after so many hard efforts to absorb the celestial and terrestrial spiritual essences and complete several full cycles of circulation, he had finally transformed his energy into spiritual power—yet in just a short while, you've consumed so much of it, and not even a single beneficial effect remains. Isn't that a waste, giving it all to you? "If you don't do that, she'd really be in pain," the young girl even started to pout. "Alright, alright, I'm convinced—I've been outmatched by you," Qin Dashi sighed. "Meeting you has turned out to be a case of poor judgment in friendship. Just a few hours after we met, you've already snuck onto my bed, and now you're demanding the spiritual power I've painstakingly cultivated!" The young girl, satisfied, automatically ignored the very concept of "cultivation." One after another, a wave of coolness washed over her, leaving her feeling refreshingly comfortable. Though she kept her mouth tightly shut, soft sighs escaped through her nose. Half an hour later, the spiritual energy within Qin Da's body had been depleted by at least six parts out of ten. As for the Zhou Xiaoniu in his arms, her originally pale complexion now subtly shimmered with a jade-like hue—pale yet rosy. Seeing her eyes closed in bliss, Qin Da was furious, and with a sharp slap on the翘翘 bottom of Xiaoniu, he exclaimed, "You've been pain-free for a while now, haven't you!" Zhou Muzi carefully opened her eyes and whispered, "I didn't mean to, but that cool, refreshing sensation really felt wonderful. I actually wanted more~" To want more? After all this pleasure, he should be getting his due rent back. He rolled over, pressing Zhou Xiaoniu beneath him, and said sternly, "You've received so many benefits—now it's your turn for me to enjoy a little too!" Zhou Musi couldn't help feeling tense. In fact, even as early as the third time she felt the cool sensation, the pain had already subsided. She kept deceiving Qin Feng because the pleasurable sensation was simply irresistible—despite knowing clearly that such intimacy with her future brother-in-law was not permitted, she simply couldn't bring herself to stop. How could she not feel tense when Qin Feng was about to truly begin? Qin Feng himself also felt that a romantic relationship with his quiet cousin, Jingjing, should not develop—mainly because he was still furious over all the advantages she had taken. He had intended to make only a symbolic effort, then gently step away from her body, thus giving himself some comfort. Yet, unexpectedly, once he started moving, he found himself unable to stop. The tightness and snugness of Zhou Xiao Niu’s body was something no other woman he had known had ever matched.