Chapter 968 - 969: The Warm Man

Chapter 968: Chapter 969: The Warm Man

Even though Song Xiaodong had encountered countless storms and waves, and could resist even someone like the demoness Su Yiyi, this sudden burst of seductive allure still stirred his emotions, causing an inexplicable reaction within him.

Of course, this was also because his True Qi was too weak, which had significantly diminished his ability for Mind Control. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have ended up in such an embarrassing situation.

"Ribbit!" The sound of a frog croaking suddenly echoed from beneath Song Xiaodong’s feet, shaking him out of his turmoil. He couldn’t help but chuckle bitterly and say, "That plump little thing from earlier must’ve just been a frog."

"Ah... a frog..." Hearing Song Xiaodong’s words, Wu Xiaoya didn’t calm down but instead clung to him even tighter, her body trembling uncontrollably.

Song Xiaodong spoke helplessly, "Don’t tell me you’re afraid of frogs?"

"Don’t talk about it! That thing is terrifying—cold, slimy... Ah..." Wu Xiaoya trembled again involuntarily as she spoke.

This trembling made Song Xiaodong feel her soft flesh pressing even more closely against his hand, further challenging his self-control and intensifying his involuntary physical reaction.

"Ahem, alright then, let’s get moving." Song Xiaodong quickly carried her toward the direction of the cave. If things continued like this, he might end up making a mistake.

A few meters away from the cave, the tall trees had finally thinned out, and moonlight spilled down, offering weak illumination. Wu Xiaoya could now see a bit more clearly, and her fear slightly subsided.

Then she became acutely aware of her situation—she was being carried by Song Xiaodong in such an intimate posture. Dear God! Where were Song Xiaodong’s hands placed... That sensation... My heavens, where’s my underwear?

"P-put me down," Wu Xiaoya said hurriedly.

Song Xiaodong promptly set her down, but as soon as Wu Xiaoya’s feet touched the ground, she found herself utterly weak, almost collapsing. Song Xiaodong immediately reached out to steady her.

"Stand firm!" Song Xiaodong softly reminded.

"Mhm." Wu Xiaoya responded quietly, her hands gripping Song Xiaodong for support as her cheeks burned with embarrassment. She had no idea how to face him.

Song Xiaodong also felt awkward and said, "Should I... just carry you in? You’re still too weak, and the mountain wind outside can easily make your condition worse."

"This... uh... I... my panties fell off." This situation was unbearably mortifying, but since she was only wearing an airline hostess uniform—a short skirt that reached her knees—and her stockings were already shredded beyond use, losing her underwear meant there was a constant risk of exposure.

"Panties?" Song Xiaodong hesitated briefly, then suddenly understood and said, "You mean your undergarments?"

"Yes..." Wu Xiaoya felt even more embarrassed and couldn’t help but silently scold him—why did he have to spell it out when he already understood?

"No wonder I... directly touched you... Ahem..." Song Xiaodong cut himself off midway, coughing awkwardly twice.

"You..." At this moment, Wu Xiaoya wished she could find a hole to crawl into.

"Let me take you back first, and then I’ll go retrieve them for you."

"No... That’s too embarrassing. If Qingqing and Xuanxuan saw, I’d never be able to explain it. I’ll wait here while you go instead."

"Are you sure you can manage?"

"I’m fine; I’ll just sit for a bit."

Song Xiaodong helped Wu Xiaoya over to a stone near the cave entrance to sit down, then turned and headed towards the spot where Wu Xiaoya had relieved herself earlier. A peculiar thought unexpectedly crossed his mind—Wu Xiaoya wasn’t wearing panties; sitting on the stone would be chilly, wouldn’t it?

But this notion seemed too ridiculous, so Song Xiaodong quickly brushed it aside and strode forward, soon reaching the area where Wu Xiaoya had been.

Despite the darkness, Song Xiaodong’s excellent memory helped him recall their route clearly. He quickly found Wu Xiaoya’s panties, which, though decorated with lace trim, were primarily made of cotton—a detail that suggested Wu Xiaoya was likely a relatively conservative girl in her daily life.

Returning to the cave entrance, Song Xiaodong handed the panties to Wu Xiaoya and said, "Here, put these on."

"Oh..." Wu Xiaoya accepted them, noticing that Song Xiaodong had already turned his back. She hastily slipped the panties on, but her heart was filled with indescribable embarrassment—such an intimate item had been retrieved by Song Xiaodong himself.

What’s worse, her panties hadn’t been changed for days. With the natural characteristics of a woman’s body, the fabric was undoubtedly soiled. If Song Xiaodong noticed, she’d feel utterly mortified.

Song Xiaodong then remarked, "Hold on, I’ll get you some water to clean up. Women who go days without washing can easily develop gynecological issues. Your fever might even be partly related to this."

"Ah..." Wu Xiaoya was stunned; she’d just been thinking the same thing when Song Xiaodong pointed it out, which made her want to disappear from embarrassment. She even felt as though Song Xiaodong was deliberately making her uncomfortable.

Song Xiaodong quickly returned with a bottle of water. "You might want to skip wearing them tonight. Wash them tomorrow morning when it’s light, and make sure Qingqing and Xuanxuan do the same; they need to stay clean as well."

Now that Miao Qingqing and Miao Xuanxuan were brought into the conversation, Wu Xiaoya found it slightly easier to handle—at least this awkward topic wasn’t solely aimed at her.

"I’m a married man and also a doctor. Taking care of women is something I’m quite skilled at. Qingqing and Xuanxuan rely on me for this, and now that you’re sick, you shouldn’t overthink about avoiding awkward situations. Just treat me like a doctor, alright?"

"Mhm..." Wu Xiaoya nodded softly, taking the water bottle from Song Xiaodong.

"Go ahead and wash yourself. I won’t peek." Song Xiaodong assured her, stepping aside and turning his back.

Wu Xiaoya hesitated momentarily, but ultimately began cleaning up. The discomfort in that area made it unbearable otherwise.

After a quick rinse, she held her panties and debated whether or not to wear them.

"Better to leave them off for cleanliness. Wash them tomorrow before wearing them again." Song Xiaodong spoke as if he had eyes on the back of his head, even without turning around.

"Alright." Wu Xiaoya replied again, her trust in Song Xiaodong solid. With Miao Qingqing and Miao Xuanxuan around, she felt assured that Song Xiaodong wouldn’t take advantage of her lack of underwear.

When Song Xiaodong returned, he picked Wu Xiaoya up once more, but this time Wu Xiaoya felt incredibly tense, as if his hand could accidentally slip under her skirt at any moment...