In Qin Feng's body, three energies were actively chasing each other. Although this process had successfully repaired numerous damaged meridians, the lively, uncontrolled nature of their movement caused considerable pain for Qin, the young heir. One of the energies even penetrated deep into his brain—given the narrow width of the meridians there, such a feat was unbearable. Since the energy had lost control, it didn't care about the constraints and instantly dispersed, filling every meridian. Boom—Qin's head seemed to explode, and he instantly lost consciousness. At that very moment, Isabella's hand, just arriving with a tissue, gently wiped his sweat. Another energy seemed to be competing with the one in his brain—up you go, I'll come down—directly targeting the area below the dantian. Stimulated by this, Qin's second-in-command immediately turned furious, his eyes blazing with anger. At this point, he could be described entirely as a creature of the lower half of his body. The alluring scent rising from the beautiful instructor intoxicated him. He suddenly reached out, embracing her tightly. "Xiao Feng, what are you doing?" the instructor was at a loss, unsure whether he had fully recovered, so she hesitated, not wanting to struggle too vigorously. "Are you better now? Please answer me!" He didn't respond—he began tearing at her clothes. "Xiao Feng, what on earth are you trying to do?" Only now did she realize something was amiss. By then, it was too late to resist. *Zzhaa...* Her outer garment was torn away. As the bloodline was immune to cold, she wore only a thin undershirt beneath, and her legs were clad in just a single pair of pants. Now, after removing them, she was left with only her inner garments. "Qin Feng, what is happening to you?" She pushed fiercely against his chest, but Qin Feng seemed to have grown immensely strong. He lowered his head suddenly, and in an instant, sealed her two soft, fragrant lips with a passionate kiss. "Um…" The beautiful instructor could say no more. As she struggled, she clearly felt her underwear being torn, her legs fully exposed to the air. Qin Feng was indeed incredibly strong—Isabella exerted every ounce of her strength, yet she couldn't push him away. Ugh, was she going to have to become his woman right here? It felt terribly tragic. It was obvious that this young man had gone completely off his game; she had no idea what she was doing anymore. What if he froze solid like an ice stick? Just as she was overwhelmed with anxiety, Qin Feng had already forcefully entered her. The sharp pain caused her to cry out, "Ah!" However, since her mouth was occupied, the cry came out only as a higher-pitched nasal sound. She quickly concentrated her blood flow to her abdomen to ease the pain. Yet as a bloodline member, his body naturally contained little blood, making it difficult to rapidly gather it. In Qin Feng’s current state of fiery turmoil, he had no concept of tenderness or care for beauty—immediately upon entering, he began vigorous movements. The beautiful instructor nearly fainted from the strain, only easing slightly once the blood began to concentrate. But before she could even take a deep breath, a new transformation occurred. Plush—three streams of energy surged through their closely connected areas and poured into her body. Just as they had done within Qin Feng’s own, these energies now flowed freely and wildly. Isabella clearly felt her previously thin blood vessels being inflated and expanded by the force of these energies—she couldn’t quite describe whether the sensation was painful or pleasurable. At that moment, Qin Feng regained consciousness, yet was startled by what he now witnessed. Good heavens—how had he managed to leave such a mark on the beautiful instructor? I wiped my brow, wondering what on earth my brother had done. Moreover, Isabella's complexion looked off, so he quickly pulled back one stream of energy, attempting to gather another. The first one flowed back smoothly, but the next two were simply mischievous—they didn't even pay him any mind, let alone heed his commands. With one stream of energy missing, the beautiful instructor opened her eyes and murmured, "Qin Feng, look at what you've done!" "Shasha, I really don't know what happened," he replied, his tone serious. "Well, this is entirely my fault. But please rest assured—no matter what, even if I die, I'll never allow them to harm you." Just as they were unsure whether this was a blessing or a curse, the two streams of energy suddenly went still, forming a pattern resembling the yin-yang symbol, hovering near the instructor's heart. "What in the world?" she exclaimed. "Shasha, your body," Qin Feng said, equally astonished, "it seems to have warmed up!" "Really?" she asked. "Absolutely, I can feel it." Qin, a little embarrassed, gestured downward with a cheerful smile. "It can feel it too—there's no way it could go wrong. Ha! Since your body has warmed up, I don't have to worry about being frozen solid!" The beautiful officer gave him a withering look. "You're so detached—how dare you treat me like a piece of furniture with a forceful, unyielding approach! Truly unforgivable!" "Well, now..." he scratched his head. "I've gone into a state of spiritual frenzy, so I can't entirely blame myself. Besides, how come you don't resist at all? As the saying goes, 'It takes two to make a splash'—isn't that right?" This was classic Piglet turning the tables on his opponent. The officer was just about to launch into a long argument when another transformation occurred. Qin Feng's spiritual energy began to be uncontrollably drawn toward her side, rushing in waves toward the "Yin-Yang Fish." "Whoa—what's going on now?" Qin Feng grew increasingly tense, as his own spiritual energy once again lost control. "I don't know either—whatever the situation is now, all the blame lies with you," Isabella huffed. As her spiritual energy was about to be completely drawn off, he quickly activated a "storage station," and with that influx of energy, he felt much more at ease. Yet, within less than ten seconds, all that energy was fully absorbed. He activated another one right away. Then the third, the fourth... Isabella's body seemed like a vast reservoir, consuming so much energy without any issues at all. Neither of them noticed that her body temperature was steadily rising. After seven consecutive "storage stations," plus the two earlier ones, totaling nine, the suction gradually weakened and vanished within a few seconds. Indeed, it was a case of coming and going swiftly—both of them breathed a collective sigh of relief, unconsciously in sync. To be honest, things were quite critical just now. Thanks to these reserve energies, Qin Young was otherwise likely to have been drained completely, turned into a mere skeleton. "Shasha, what exactly happened?" he asked, puzzled. "I really don't know," the beautiful instructor said softly. "Since everything's settled now, shouldn't you get up? You're pressing down on me so hard!"