Starting with a beautiful woman's private doctor

Chu Nan didn't have time to dodge.

Or rather, he never even considered hiding.

By the time he realized it, Xia Wantang had already thrown herself into his arms.

It's soft, warm, and has a hint of cherry sparkling wine aroma.

She wrapped her arms around his waist, not very tightly.

Yet it kept their bodies pressed tightly together, without the slightest gap.

The sound of a heart pounding could be heard continuously.

I can't tell if it belongs to the other person or to me.

Xia Wantang rested her head on his shoulder, and the air she exhaled felt like warm breezes sweeping across her chest.

Chu Nan's breathing became erratic.

Xia Wantang's beautiful hair brushed against his chin with each breath.

Chu Nan felt itchy and uncomfortable, and wanted to back away to create some distance.

Xia Wantang clung to him tighter and tighter, like a wounded cat nestled in his arms.

Chu Nan's Adam's apple bobbed.

The hand, suspended in mid-air, slowly clenched, as if it had made a firm decision.

"Sister Tang, you're drunk."

"What, are you saying your older sister is too old?"

Xia Wantang raised her head, but did not loosen her grip.

The eyes, which should have been blurry from intoxication, were unusually clear at this moment.

Chu Nan dared not look directly into those burning almond eyes and quickly turned his head away. "I... I didn't mean that."

Xia Wantang pinched his chin, trying to correct his gaze, "Is it because I'm not pretty enough?"

"No, anyway... anyway... I should go, Sister Tang!"

Chu Nan swallowed hard and struggled to break free.

As he turned around, his knee hit the corner of the coffee table, making him wince in pain, but he didn't dare to stop for a moment and staggered out the door.

"They run pretty fast."

Xia Wantang took out her phone and opened the front camera to take a look.

"Isn't it beautiful? I'm even tempted to look at it."

The woman on the screen had flushed cheeks and almond-shaped eyes that seemed to sparkle.

She watched for a while, then reached up and pulled the slipped tank top back onto her shoulder, laughing, "Could it be that this young Master Chu is a man of unwavering integrity, like Liu Xiahui, who could remain unmoved even with a woman in his lap?"

……

Chu Nan ran all the way back to the clinic and took a cold shower.

The icy water poured over my body didn't quell the heat for a long time.

Despite his seemingly upright and gentlemanly demeanor, his heart was actually pounding in his chest.

It's not that he doesn't want to, but that he's afraid to.

And all of this is related to the tattoo on his chest.

Looking at the all-too-familiar tattoo in the mirror, Chu Nan couldn't help but curse, "When the hell are you going to bloom?!"

Those were eight lotus buds arranged in a Bagua (Eight Trigrams) pattern around the heart.

The petals are layered and overlapping, with clear veins.

Under the light, every line shimmered with a lifelike luster.

Ever since he cultivated his first lotus bud with the old man, this thing has been with him for over twenty years.

At the age of sixteen, he finally succeeded in cultivating eight lotus buds, thinking he had achieved great success in his divine skill.

Unexpectedly, the old man told him that the eight lotus buds were not the end, but the beginning.

Then he casually added, "This is a skill for young boys; before the lotus bud blooms, one must not be near women."

If you even entertain the thought, at best you'll experience excruciating pain all over your body, at worst you'll be castrated!

Chu Nan would never believe that such a bizarre cultivation method existed in the world.

But it wasn't until he started dating in college and tried to have deeper conversations with his girlfriend that he completely believed it.

The pain was excruciating; if he hadn't stopped in time, he probably would have been castrated by the rampaging internal energy.

By the time he ran back to ask the old man how to make flowers bloom, the old man had already disappeared without a trace, not even leaving a note!

The miserable Chu Nan could only figure out how to make the lotus buds bloom on his own.

So many years have passed, and he has tried every trick in the book, but the eight lotus buds haven't shown any signs of life.

Therefore, rather than saying that Chu Nan didn't have any ulterior motives towards Xia Wantang, it's more accurate to say that he didn't dare to have any ulterior motives.

After venting his anger, he obediently dried himself off and went to bed.

After all, he was truly at his wit's end with such a troublesome grandfather.

In a hazy dream, a woman appeared.

She has a graceful figure, but her face is not clearly visible.

The strangest thing is that she possesses both sexy and alluring qualities and a cool and pure aura at the same time.

The other person took off their clothes one by one, then walked gracefully to the bedside and gently lay down on him.

Even though he knew he was dreaming, Chu Nan was still extremely excited.

Because in dreams, the threat of the Lotus Mirror is ineffective!

For Chu Nan, who cannot have any impure thoughts about the opposite sex in real life, this is simply the happiest thing in the world!

The woman raised her slender, snow-white fingers.

She gently placed it on Chu Nan's chest and then tenderly drew circles on it.

One lap...

Two laps...

Three laps...

As the number of laps increased, Chu Nan became more and more excited.

But the woman showed no intention of taking the next step.

He just kept drawing and drawing.

No?

Is drawing circles all you have to do?

And, beautiful lady, are you getting stronger and stronger?

At first, the sensation of drawing circles was tingly and numb, then it became itchy and hot.

This was still acceptable, but now it's starting to hurt, as if my skin and flesh are being torn apart.

The intense pain caused Chu Nan to suddenly sit up in bed.

I thought everything would be alright once I woke up.

Unexpectedly, the painful burning sensation persisted and even intensified.

Chu Nan rushed into the bathroom, ripped open his clothes, and wanted to see what was going on.

In the mirror, the lotus bud on the Qian position of the chest emitted a faint golden light.

The top petal is slowly unfolding outwards.

Chu Nan's eyes widened, and he even forgot to breathe.

He only burst into laughter when the petal had fully opened.

Six years!

The lotus bud, which had remained dormant for six years, suddenly opened a petal!

Chu Nan was incredibly excited. As his mind cleared, he fully felt the effects of the petal on his body.

My five senses have been greatly enhanced, and my body feels much lighter.

Despite not having slept well all night, he was still full of energy and strength.

I feel like even if a runaway bison charged at me, I could kill it with one punch!

But most importantly, the Qi that was originally scattered in the meridians now actually sinks down with each breath.

It passes through the chest and stomach, reaches the lower abdomen, and flows slowly along the Ren and Du meridians.

Chu Nan exclaimed excitedly, "The old man's talk about channeling qi to the dantian is actually true!"

Even if one had cultivated Qi in the past, there was no way to circulate it or store it.

Ordinary fighting techniques are fine, but once it involves using ki, you need to build up momentum, otherwise you won't be able to achieve any effect.

But now it's completely different. The dantian is open, and as long as the microcosmic orbit is circulated, true qi can be stored and used at any time.

If this momentum continues, even if we don't reach the old man's goal of "all eight lotuses in full bloom, invincible under heaven,"...

They could also possess terrifying skills like those martial arts masters on TV.

But... why did this petal bloom?

There has been no news for so many years.

To be honest, Chu Nan was really curious.

In today's society, he doesn't care whether he can become a martial arts master; his lifelong happiness is the most important thing.

I don't think I've done anything particularly special lately.

He simply took Jiang Yingxue's pulse, and then Xia Wantang teased him a bit.

Could it be that the lotus buds blooming is related to them?

As Chu Nan was thinking, a familiar voice suddenly came from outside the door, "Is Dr. Chu here?"

Lü Baoliang?

What is he doing here?