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The next day, late at night.
This was the seventh and final acupuncture treatment.
As Gu Liufeng slowly withdrew the last golden needle from Jing Ni's back, a faint wisp of black smoke dispersed into the air from the needle hole.
Jing Ni felt her entire body lighten, the heavy shackles that had suppressed her for months were completely shattered. Long-lost, powerful True Qi, like a breaking dam, instantly filled her limbs and bones.
Heaven-Man Unity, her cultivation realm had returned!
If she wanted to leave at this moment, she could go anywhere in the world.
But she didn't move. She slowly pulled up the fallen brocade quilt, covering the exposed expanse of her chest. Turning around, her eyes, now restored to their former brilliance, stared fixedly at Gu Liufeng, who was wiping away sweat.
"The poison is gone."
Jing Ni's voice was still cool, but her gaze held a tenderness capable of melting ice and snow:
"Young Master's great kindness, Jing Ni... has noted it."
"Noting it isn't enough."
Gu Liufeng wiped his hands, a mischievous smile playing on his lips. He turned and retrieved the exquisite brocade box he had prepared earlier from his system space, handing it to her.
"Since you're well, put this on and let me see your sincerity."
Jing Ni opened the brocade box. Inside lay a bundle of material as thin as a cicada's wing, and as black as ink.
"This is..."
Jing Ni paused slightly, then reached out a slender finger to gently stroke it.
As a Luo Net assassin, a woman of the Great Qin, she was no stranger to such close-fitting leg adornments.
When performing missions for Luo Net, she often wore fishnet stockings with a faux snake-scale pattern, both for ease of movement and for a certain subtle aesthetic.
But this one was different.
It was too smooth, and too thin.
There were no rough meshes; it was entirely seamless, like a layer of black mist, exquisitely soft to the touch, almost like an infant's skin.
"This is called 'Nightfall Veil'."
Gu Liufeng leaned against the headboard, his gaze burning as he watched her:
"Compared to Luo Net's cold snake-scale fishnets, this... suits you better. Put it on."
Jing Ni did not refuse.
Since she had sworn that her body and mind belonged to the Young Master, what was changing an item of clothing?
Rustle, rustle.
The quilt slipped.
Jing Ni sat on the edge of the bed, slowly extending her long, straight jade legs in the candlelight.
The black silk stockings climbed upwards along her snow-white ankles.
This visual impact was explosive.
The ultra-thin black silk, a product of modern craftsmanship, tightly hugged every curve of her legs, making her already perfect calves appear even more slender and elongated. The faintly translucent appearance was more alluring than direct nudity.
When the black silk reached her upper thighs, connecting with the hem of her red dudou (belly wrap), Gu Liufeng felt his breath catch.
In the candlelight, the scene was picturesque.
Jing Ni slightly turned her body. Although the rise and fall of her chest was covered by the dudou, one could still discern the breathtaking curve, subtly trembling with her breath, like two proud winter plum blossoms defying the snow, firm and majestic.
And the curve of her waist and hips, due to the pressure of her sitting posture, appeared astonishingly full and rounded, like a perfectly ripe peach. Highlighted by the black silk-clad beautiful legs, it exuded a silent, fatal temptation.
"Young Master, it's done."
Jing Ni slightly moved her legs. The feel of these stockings was indeed excellent, light as nothing, like a second skin.
"Not yet."
Gu Liufeng's Adam's apple bobbed. He finally stopped suppressing his "perverse" desires.
He patted his thigh, leaned close to Jing Ni's ear, and whispered his request.
"Use..."
Jing Ni's perpetually icy face completely crumbled at this moment.
She suddenly looked up, staring intently at Gu Liufeng, her eyes filled with shock, strangeness, and confusion.
She had thought the Young Master might take her body, and even considered there might be some intense methods.
But she never, ever expected... the Young Master actually had this preference?!
What... what kind of strange fetish was this?
"What? Unwilling?"
Gu Liufeng's face was unashamed. He pointed to her jade feet, wrapped in black silk:
"These are the most perfect 'weapons' on your entire body. I saved your life, can't you satisfy this small... 'hobby' of mine?"
Jing Ni looked at Gu Liufeng's "righteous" and somewhat expectant expression. Her initially shocked mood inexplicably calmed down.
She looked at her own small feet, wrapped in black silk, and then at Gu Liufeng's handsome face.
Fine.
Men, they always have some strange little hobbies.
Compared to Luo Net's perverse tortures and missions, the Young Master's request... though shameful, could it be considered an "elegant pastime"?
"Hoo..."
Jing Ni took a deep breath. Although her face was so red it looked like it might drip blood, the resistance in her eyes had dissipated, replaced by a resigned obedience and a hint of a desire to please her beloved.
"If it is Young Master's wish..."
"Jing Ni... will do it."
She bit her lower lip, enduring the shame, and leaned back slightly, her hands braced behind her, fully displaying her perfect leg lines.
Under Gu Liufeng's expectant gaze.
Jing Ni slowly raised her delicate black silk-clad jade feet, placed them on Gu Liufeng's thigh, and began to gently minister to him...
Her black silk-wrapped toes, slightly curled with nervousness, gently brushed against him, sending shivers of numbness.
Gu Liufeng closed his eyes, taking a sharp breath, feeling as if his soul was trembling.
"Young Master... is this right?"
Jing Ni's voice was as soft as a mosquito's hum. Her usual aloofness was completely gone, leaving only a flushed face and a charming, bewildered shyness.
"Yes, exactly like that."
"Ni'er, you're doing very well."
[Ding! Unlocked hidden achievement: Killer's Foot Tenderness.]
[Stunning heroine Jing Ni has accepted and submitted to the host's special preference, and her sense of physical and mental belonging has reached its peak.]