That's quite a lot…
Lu Lin inwardly clicked his tongue in amazement.
The more he used it, the more he felt that the [Skilled Hands] Entry was absurdly overpowered.
Under normal circumstances, who could bring someone to such heights just by massaging their lower abdomen? Even those legendary masters of "hand techniques" from certain countries in his previous world probably couldn't achieve this.
Ying was already too embarrassed to open her eyes. No matter how she thought about it, she had only agreed to have her injuries treated—how had things ended up like this?
Her white lace-trimmed undergarment was completely soaked now, clinging tightly to her delicate skin. The trembling continued for a while before it gradually subsided.
She cautiously opened her eyes a tiny slit to observe Lu Lin's expression, only to find him unexpectedly serious. His hands were still maintaining a steady rhythm, focused and composed.
Could it really be her own problem? Was he not intentionally taking advantage of her?
He didn't seem to be making any excessive moves. Although his hand kept sliding upward, it was only the back of his hand that occasionally brushed against her chest, almost as if by accident.
Maybe he was just checking for other injuries?
Lu Lin's serious expression was incredibly deceptive. It wasn't that he hadn't crossed lines—he simply disguised everything as incidental contact. As a result, Ying even began to wonder if she was just being overly sensitive.
But his hands really did seem to have some kind of magic… She had massaged her own stomach before, and it had never felt like this.
No… why is it building up again so quickly?!
The golden-haired girl bit her lip. Her smooth, fair calves rubbed faintly together unconsciously. Her jade-like feet stretched taut as she began another round of desperate endurance.
"Is… is it not done yet? I… I'm going to…" Her voice broke intermittently, soft and alluring.
Usually, Ying didn't speak much. Most of the time, Paimon acted as her voice, which gave her a slightly aloof impression.
But now that aloof mask had completely fallen away, revealing an astonishingly charming and vulnerable side. The contrast alone nearly made Lu Lin lose control.
It took considerable restraint for him not to push further. Their relationship wasn't deep enough yet. A bit more buildup was needed before advancing.
That was why he maintained a serious expression, playing the benevolent healer—though to be fair, during the actual injury treatment, he had been genuinely focused.
"Lu Lin~ I…" Ying's soft cry cut off abruptly as another violent tremor ran through her body.
This time she couldn't restrain herself at all. Her body arched slightly, twisting in small movements…
A faint floral fragrance spread through the room.
"Alright. Treatment complete. There's no problem anymore. Next time you're injured, don't endure it alone, understood?" Lu Lin withdrew his hand at just the right moment.
Ying exhaled shakily, her eyes unfocused. After lingering in the afterglow for a while, she gradually regained her senses.
Without daring to look at him, she murmured, "Lu Lin… am I… am I very indecent?"
"It's just a normal reaction. Don't overthink it." He gently stroked her sweat-damp golden hair, his voice warm and reassuring.
"There's a bathroom inside. You can wash up and change clothes."
"…Okay."
His calm demeanor eased much of her embarrassment.
When Lu Lin opened the door, Paimon was already waiting anxiously outside.
"Well? Well? How is she?"
She couldn't help worrying—Ying had cried out twice during those peaks, and not quietly either. Paimon had heard everything.
She didn't know what had happened and didn't dare interrupt, so she had been pacing nervously outside.
"She's fully recovered. No need to worry."
"I'm going to check on her!" Paimon flew inside, then blinked. "Huh? What's that smell?"
The faint lingering floral scent still hung in the air. Ying flushed red again and hurried into the bathroom with her clothes.
"Huh? You need a bath after healing?" Paimon muttered in confusion.
Meanwhile, Lu Lin checked his quest rewards.
[Ding! Quest 'A Healer's Compassion' completed. Reward: 500,000 Mora, 100 points, 100 EXP, new Entry: Spear in Hand.]
[Spear in Hand]: Enhances the user's talent with spears. Improves grip stability, refines technique, and allows unity between wielder and weapon.
The quest hadn't been difficult, so the rewards weren't extraordinary—but obtaining a residency Entry was still excellent.
As for who should receive it?
Xiangling didn't have an Entry yet, and she happened to specialize in polearms. Perfect fit.
The following days were much calmer.
News of Rex Lapis's assassination had spread throughout Liyue Harbor. The common citizens were shocked and sorrowful, but there were no extreme reactions.
The Fatui's influence in the city had been compressed back to the Northland Bank, making it difficult for them to stir trouble.
The Qixing also announced that the Rite of Parting would be hosted by the Wangsheng Funeral Parlor at Yujing Terrace. Anyone wishing to send Rex Lapis off could attend.
Preparations had indeed already begun—it hadn't been a lie to placate the Adepti. Lu Lin had arranged for Ningguang to proactively coordinate with the Wangsheng Parlor to organize the ceremony.
Since he already knew the "correct answer," there was no need to wait for Zhongli to personally arrange his own funeral when he inevitably stepped in. Taking initiative would make the soon-to-retire Geo Archon feel more at ease.
Still, the Wangsheng Parlor had delegated the actual coordination to Zhongli himself. Arranging one's own funeral seemed unavoidable.
Because Ying wanted to meet the Seven Archons regarding her brother, Lu Lin arranged for her to assist at the Wangsheng Parlor in preparing ceremonial items, allowing her to build familiarity with Zhongli.
Though he knew Zhongli likely wouldn't reveal anything useful, it was something Ying needed to ask personally.
Lu Lin continued his routine—running between the training grounds and workshop during the day, and spending shameless nights in the Serenitea Pot with Xiangling or Hu Tao.
Why not Ganyu?
Ganyu had been completely occupied. Cloud Retainer had descended to Liyue Harbor in mortal form to observe the people and was staying at her home. Ganyu had to accompany her master.
Fortunately, she had taken time earlier to replace her broken bed. Otherwise, explaining Cloud Retainer's sudden visit would have been awkward.
She certainly couldn't say she had broken the bed herself.
If that got out, alongside the old story of her rolling down a mountain, there would now be a tale about her breaking furniture added to the gossip.
She knew her master's loose tongue all too well.
On this particular day, a fully armed fleet returned from overseas, docking at Liyue Harbor.
The people of Liyue immediately recognized it—the Crux Fleet had returned.
The fleet's leader was Beidou, a formidable woman whose reputation in Liyue was second only to the Qixing.
At this moment, the bold captain known as the "Uncrowned Lord of the Ocean" strode off her ship in haste, heading straight for the Jade Chamber.
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