Awakening the Phoenix Flow System after the breakup, I'm so happy!

The access card was affixed, and the lock cylinder clicked open.

Liu Yifei had barely opened the door a crack when Chen Yang swept her up from behind and carried her horizontally.

"What are you doing!"

Liu Yifei gasped and instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck.

Chen Yang kicked the door open and strode inside.

"Mr. Liu, your legs are too weak to walk, right? This is what I call thoughtful service."

"Who told you to hug me? Put me down."

Liu Yifei said she would let go, but she held him even tighter, buried her head in his neck, and her lips restlessly brushed against his Adam's apple.

Chen Yang's steps quickened three points after being bumped by this.

The apartment is decorated in a minimalist style, with cool black, white, and gray tones, just like Liu Yifei's usual style.

The living room is large, and the skyline of the entire city is visible through the floor-to-ceiling windows.

Unfortunately, Chen Yang is not in the mood to appreciate the skyline right now.

He carried the person through the living room and all the way to the master bedroom.

"Go to the door on the left."

Liu Yifei pointed in a direction in a muffled voice.

Chen Yang stepped into the bedroom and placed the person on the large bed.

Liu Yifei bounced twice on the soft mattress, her long, loose hair spreading across the pillow.

She lay on her back on the bed looking at Chen Yang, her chest heaving, her eyes filled with tears.

Chen Yang leaned down, supporting himself with his hands, nose to nose.

"Mr. Liu, we didn't let you have enough fun in the car earlier, now there's plenty of room."

Liu Yifei reached out and hooked her hand around his shirt collar, pulling him down a bit.

Two red lips were pressed against it.

This kiss was different from the one at the door; it was urgent, and somewhat reckless.

Chen Yang's hand touched her waist, wanting to unbutton the bodycon skirt, but he couldn't find the right spot after searching for a while.

Liu Yifei was amused by his clumsy appearance, turned her head away, and exposed her back.

"The zipper is in the back, can you zip it up for me?"

She lay on the bed, sweeping all her hair to one side.

That section of her fair, smooth nape was exposed to the air, the curve of her spine extending all the way to the neckline of her dress.

A thin zipper runs from the neckline to the waist.

"Ms. Liu, this dress is quite complicated. How did you manage to pull it up when you put it on?"

Chen Yang pinched the zipper head and slowly pulled it down.

"It's really difficult for one person to put on clothes."

Liu Yifei's voice was somewhat muffled, her face buried in the pillow.

The zipper went down inch by inch, gradually revealing the thin layer of black lace inside.

Chen Yang's fingers intentionally or unintentionally brushed against her smooth back, and with each brush, Liu Yifei's shoulders twitched.

"You did it on purpose."

Liu Yifei silently voiced her accusations.

"I zipped this up very carefully, Mr. Liu, please don't wrong an innocent person."

Chen Yang spoke seriously, but his actions were anything but.

The zipper was pulled all the way up, and the expensive bodycon skirt hung loosely on her body.

Liu Yifei turned over, raised her arms, and her skirt slid down her body.

The curtains in the bedroom were half-drawn, and the afternoon sunlight shone through the gaps, falling on the large expanse of snow-white skin.

Unlike Yang Mi's mature and voluptuous beauty, Liu Yifei's figure is more toned and slender, with every line just right—any more would be too greasy, and any less would be too thin.

The figure hidden beneath the business attire was even more astonishing than Chen Yang had imagined.

Chen Yang's breathing became noticeably heavier.

"Have you seen enough?"

Liu Yifei felt a little uncomfortable under his gaze and reached out to pull the blanket over herself.

Chen Yang grabbed her hand, interlaced their fingers, and pressed it down next to the pillow.

"I haven't seen enough yet."

He lowered his head and pressed his lips against her collarbone.

Liu Yifei felt completely smitten, and her other hand haphazardly grabbed his back.

She tore the shirt to shreds, and the last few buttons were simply ripped off, flying off the bed.

"My shirt is quite expensive."

Chen Yang mumbled something in the crook of her shoulder.

"I'll compensate you with ten more items later."

After Liu Yifei finished speaking, panting heavily, she placed her hands on his firm abs.

My fingertips slid down along the distinct contours of those muscles, with a hint of probing.

Chen Yang tensed up at the touch, grabbed her by the waist, and turned her over.

"Mr. Liu, have you had enough fun? It's my turn."

"Who played this? I'm... um..."

All the rest of what he said was cut off.

The bedroom fell silent, with only the rustling of the curtains in the wind and the intertwined breaths of the two people.

The sheets were crumpled into a ball, and the pillow had fallen to the floor sometime during the night.

Those long legs, clad in black stockings, were wrapped around Chen Yang's waist, their toes curled up.

Liu Yifei left several red marks on Chen Yang's back with her fingers. She said she didn't want it anymore, but her body language betrayed her words.

I don't know how much time has passed.

Chen Yang felt the woman beneath him suddenly freeze.

It wasn't the kind of stiffness that comes from pleasure, but rather a painful, unnatural tension.

"Yifei?"

Chen Yang stopped and looked down at her face.

Liu Yifei's brows furrowed tightly, and her lips lost all color, turning deathly pale.

She clutched her lower abdomen tightly with both hands, curled up, and a layer of cold sweat instantly appeared on her forehead.

"What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"

Chen Yang quickly sat up and reached out to touch her forehead.

It feels cool to the touch.

It wasn't the kind of chill you get after normal exercise; it was a coldness that seemed to seep into your bones, an abnormal cold.

Liu Yifei curled up in a ball, shivering all over, biting her lip, too painful to speak.

It took him a long time to squeeze out a sentence.

"It's an old problem... Don't worry about me... It'll be fine in a bit."

Chen Yang pulled the blanket over her and placed one hand on her lower abdomen, feeling that the area was incredibly cold.

The system's description of the Extreme Yin Body immediately came to mind.

Those with an inherently Yin constitution have an excess of Yin and cold energy within their bodies. Whenever the flow of Qi and blood is vigorous, this cold energy will backfire, causing uterine coldness to flare up and resulting in unbearable pain.

To put it bluntly, the strenuous exercise just now actually triggered the coldness in her body.

"This isn't some old ailment; it's a problem with your constitution."

Chen Yang pulled her into his arms, his tone becoming serious.

Liu Yifei was in so much pain that she was covered in sweat and her voice was trembling.

"I know... I've been like this since I was little. I've seen so many doctors, but nothing has helped. It gets worse every winter. I've tried both Chinese and Western medicine."

She gritted her teeth, and the veins on her forehead were faintly visible.

"Sometimes the pain is so bad that I can fall off my chair in the office."

Chen Yang felt a pang of heartache. He placed his palm on her lower abdomen and circulated the internal energy he had learned from the Yellow Emperor's Inner Classic, slowly transferring warmth to her.

Liu Yifei felt the warmth coming from her lower abdomen, and the piercing chill subsided slightly. She leaned against him, curled up, still trembling.

"Chen Yang... your hands are so warm..."

"Don't say anything, just bear with it, I have a way to help you."

Chen Yang said in a low voice.

Liu Yifei looked up at him, her face contorted with pain and a hint of confusion in it.

"You're a security guard... and you know how to treat illnesses?"

"I have quite a few skills, so Mr. Liu, you don't need to worry about me."

Chen Yang laid her flat on the bed and said earnestly.

"Lie down first, I'll treat you."

Liu Yifei was in so much pain that she had no strength to argue, so she could only lie obediently on her back with her hands still covering her lower abdomen.

"What exactly do you want...?"

"I'll save your life."

As Chen Yang spoke, he lifted the blanket covering her.

Liu Yifei reflexively pulled back.

"What are you doing? I'm already in so much pain, and you still want more..."

"What are you thinking, Mr. Liu? I'm here to give you a massage to treat your illness. What's going on in your head?"

Chen Yang slapped her hand in an annoyed tone.

Liu Yifei was speechless after his words, but then a sharp pain shot through her lower abdomen, leaving her with no strength to even refute.

"Then...you be gentle."