Dual Transmigration: Starting from being captured and brought to the Hehuan Sect!

Once downstairs, Lin Mo parked the car, and the two went upstairs one after the other.

Lin Qingyue hesitated at the door for a moment, then didn't go in. She just lowered her head and whispered, "I'll keep watch outside," before leaning against the wall and taking out her phone, pretending to be scrolling.

The tips of her ears were still flushed, whether from the words "boyfriend" at the school gate or from the hug she had given him in the car—a hug she herself didn't know where the courage came from.

Lin Mo pushed open the door and entered the room. Su Qing was already lying on the bed as instructed last time.

She heard the door open, her shoulder blades tightened slightly, but she didn't turn around; she just buried her face in the pillow.

Lin Mo sat down on the edge of the bed:

"Auntie, I'm starting now!"

"Hmm~"

Su Qing responded in a voice barely audible.

Take out the silver needles, use internal force to manipulate the needles, and apply the needles sequentially from the Dazhui acupoint downwards.

The technique was more skillful than last time, and the rhythm was more stable.

Without changing his expression, Lin Mo pulled out the last needle and spoke again:

"Auntie, now that the acupuncture is done, which part should I massage next?"

"Um!"

Su Qing mumbled a response, still half asleep.

After a long while, Lin Mo withdrew his hand, took the blanket and covered her up, then tucked the corner of the blanket in.

"Auntie, that's enough! That concludes today's treatment!"

"Thank you~"

Su Qing lifted half of her face from under the pillow, revealing one eye to look at him.

Her eyes held gratitude, dependence, and a longing that she herself dared not admit.

"You're welcome. I'll be going now. Please feel free to contact me if you have any questions!"

"good!"

After saying goodbye to Su Qing, Lin Mo, who was seething with anger, hopped on his electric scooter and dialed Yang Liu's number while twisting the throttle.

Are you home?

"Yeah, I just got back from get off work."

The voice on the other end of the phone was soft, and the background sound was the soft clatter of the security door closing.

"I'm coming to find you."

There was a moment of silence on the phone, then a soft "okay" came through.

By the time Lin Mo arrived at Yang Liu's building, it was already getting dark.

He rushed upstairs, pushed open the familiar security door, and his eyes lit up immediately; Yang Liu had clearly made careful preparations.

She changed into a fitted black office lady uniform. The white shirt was perfectly tailored at the waist, and her long, straight legs were encased in sheer stockings under the pencil skirt. She wore a pair of high-heeled sandals and stood in the warm yellow light of the living room, looking like a freshly cooked home-cooked dish.

Lin Mo reached out to put his arm around her waist, but Yang Liu deftly stepped aside, raising a finger to press against his chest:

"Let's eat first."

She tilted her head slightly towards the dining table.

Four dishes and a soup were laid out on the table, still steaming hot.

"Auntie, did you know I was coming? You prepared such a lavish feast."

Lin Mo pulled out a chair and sat down, picking up a piece of braised sea cucumber with chives and stuffing it into his mouth. The taste was fresh, tender, and chewy.

"No, this is the takeout I just ordered."

Yang Liu sat down at the table without changing her expression, picked up a bowl of white fungus porridge, and instead of bringing it to her mouth, slowly poured it onto her collarbone.

The next morning, while the two were still lazing in bed, they suddenly heard the sound of a key being inserted into a lock, followed by the muffled sound of the security door being pushed open and then closed. Then, Li Jing's clear voice drifted in through the slightly ajar bedroom door:

"mom?"

Yang Liu sat up in bed almost as if she had been launched into the air.

She grabbed Lin Mo's clothes, crumpled them into a ball, and shoved them into his arms, whispering urgently:

"Quick, hide!"

"Why are you hiding? We'll meet sooner or later."

Lin Mo slowly pulled on his pants, his tone carrying a hint of smug satisfaction.

"Stop talking nonsense and hurry up!"

"Where can I hide?"

Yang Liu quickly glanced around the bedroom. The bed was too low, and the wardrobe was crammed with seasonal bedding. Finally, her gaze fell on the bay window sill behind the floor-to-ceiling curtains by the window:

"Go there!"

Lin Mo rolled her eyes in annoyance, hugged her clothes, and crouched down to crawl behind the curtains.

I had just squatted down when the bedroom door was opened.

"Mom, are we having guests?"

Li Jing stood at the door, her gaze slowly sweeping around the bedroom, from the messy sheets to the toppled slippers, from the extra glass of water on the bedside table to the lingering smell in the air.

"Uh...yes, Mom had a friend come over yesterday."

Yang Liu sat on the bed, wrapped herself tightly in a blanket, only revealing the part above her neck, her voice tense.

"Was it you who found me a stepfather?"

Li Jing's gaze lingered on the pair of men's sneakers by the bedside, and a mischievous smile slowly crept onto her lips.

"Uh... I guess so."

Seeing that she could no longer hide it, Yang Liu could only nod and admit it.

"Where are the others?"

Li Jing's gaze began to systematically sweep across the bed, under the bed, the bay window, and the wardrobe, like a radar performing a scanning program.

"I'm gone."

Li Jing nodded, walked casually to the bedside, and then suddenly yanked the blanket off without warning:

"Stepfather?"

Yang Liu was instantly exposed to the air. She cried out in surprise and frantically pulled the blanket back, her voice a mixture of embarrassment and annoyance:

"What are you doing!"

There was no one hiding under the blanket, and a hint of disappointment flashed across Li Jing's face:

"Why isn't it there?"

She then suddenly bent down and glanced under the bed:

"Here it is!"

"Huh! There isn't any!"

She straightened up, her gaze slowly, inch by inch, moving toward the bay window behind the curtains.

Yang Liu's heart almost stopped beating.

She rolled out of bed, grabbed Li Jing's arm, and dragged her outside:

"Get out of here!"

"Mom, what are you doing?"

Li Jing struggled to shake off her mother's hand, but was shocked to find that her strength was no match for her mother's.

Yang Liu dragged and pulled her out of the bedroom, slammed the door shut, and held onto the doorknob tightly.

Li Jing sat down on the living room sofa, arms crossed, cheeks puffed out like a pufferfish:

"Mom, let stepfather out. We'll have to see him sooner or later."

"You're mistaken. I'm alone in the bedroom. He left a long time ago."

Yang Liu leaned against the bedroom door, her chest still heaving violently.

I don't believe it.

Li Jing's gaze was fixed on the closed bedroom door.

Believe it or not.

"Then I'll wait here. I refuse to believe he can stay hidden forever."

Li Jing leaned back on the sofa, crossed her legs, and looked determined not to give up until she achieved her goal.