Chapter 1009: Chapter 1010 Misunderstanding
After dinner, Song Xiaodong chatted with the women for a while, then went to the villa where Wu Xiaoya and Shui Qinghe were staying.
Shui Qinghe no longer stayed in the main villa. After all, the main villa was full of Song Xiaodongâs women, and she constantly saw things that made her uncomfortable, which disrupted others and bothered her. Since Wu Xiaoya also came here for treatment, Shui Qinghe stayed in a villa with Wu Xiaoya, and the two of them kept each other company.
Wu Xiaoya and Shui Qinghe both had brain conditions. Wu Xiaoyaâs wasnât life-threatening, but Shui Qingheâs was deadly.
If we really talk about which one is harder to cure, itâs Wu Xiaoyaâs condition, because itâs not about a specific part of the brain cells but the entire spiritual system, whereas Shui Qingheâs is a brain tumor, which can be solved by removal.
So Song Xiaodong first came to Shui Qingheâs room.
Recently, Shui Qinghe was no longer so afraid of Song Xiaodongâs silver needles. She closed her eyes and let Song Xiaodong perform acupuncture.
But today, when she saw Song Xiaodong take out the silver needles, Shui Qingheâs face suddenly turned pale.
"Whatâs wrong? Donât tell me youâre getting needle-phobic again?" Song Xiaodong asked with a frown.
"Yes...yes..." Shui Qinghe stammered while staring at Song Xiaodongâs needles.
Song Xiaodongâs face darkened, and he said with a wry smile, "Your needle phobia is recurring, really, I give up with you."
"I donât know, I donât know, I donât want needles, I donât want needles, please spare me." Shui Qinghe turned over, trying to escape.
Song Xiaodong immediately extended his arm and pressed her down on the bed, saying, "Donât escape, you must have acupuncture today; itâs important."
"Tomorrow, do it tomorrow, Iâm so scared today." Shui Qinghe looked pathetically at Song Xiaodong.
Song Xiaodong firmly said, "No way, your recurring needle phobia indicates changes in your brain tumor, and we must do it today."
"I donât want...I donât want it!" Shui Qinghe didnât listen at all to Song Xiaodongâs words, struggling desperately to run away.
Song Xiaodong quickly said, "Qinghe, after todayâs treatment, you might recover mostly. In the future, youâll only need some conditioning; you canât let previous efforts go to waste."
"I donât care, I donât care, I just donât want the needle."
People who havenât fainted from needles wonât understand this feeling; itâs not about courage but a unique kind of psychic power.
In this situation, Song Xiaodong knew comforting words wouldnât work; he had to hold her down firmly.
"Just knock me out, just knock me out." Shui Qinghe cried out again.
Song Xiaodong smiled bitterly and said, "I wish I could, but today I canât knock you out; if you faint, many brain cells will stop working, and I canât check if itâs effective, so you have to stay awake."
Hearing this, Shui Qinghe was more agitated and shouted, "Ahh, no, no, youâre too cruel, youâre killing me, just let me die."
Song Xiaodong knew it was useless to say anything more; he held Shui Qingheâs shoulders with his hands, then pressed his legs over Shui Qingheâs shoulders, pinning her entire upper body under him, trapping her arms too.
"Ahhh, what are you doing?" Shui Qinghe cried out.
Song Xiaodong said, "Treating you, what else?" He adjusted his position, using his legs to secure Shui Qingheâs head, preventing her from moving around.
Finally ready, Song Xiaodong and Shui Qinghe were in an awkward position; Song Xiaodong sitting, Shui Qinghe lying flat, her head resting just at Song Xiaodongâs crotch, his legs fully pressed on her chest.
But neither of them focused on this awkwardness, so it wasnât given attention.
Having secured Shui Qinghe, Song Xiaodong ignored her shouting, shielding her eyes with one hand and starting the acupuncture with the other.
Shui Qinghe was fully conscious; even though Song Xiaodongâs hand covered her eyes, she still felt the needles, cursing, "Song Xiaodong, you bastard, you scumbag, youâre bullying me, I wonât let you get away with it, ahhh..."
Shui Qingheâs room was right next to Wu Xiaoyaâs room.
The outside temperature was perfectânot cold or hotâso everyone had their windows open, without using air conditioning, allowing the noise from Shui Qingheâs room to travel.
Hearing Shui Qingheâs constant curses, Wu Xiaoyaâs face paled, feeling like Song Xiaodong was bullying Shui Qinghe at that moment.
Most disturbing was that Shui Qinghe obviously didnât consent, making Song Xiaodongâs actions seem excessive; he had so many women already, why force Shui Qinghe?
Especially since Shui Qingheâs cries were so miserable, Wu Xiaoya couldnât bear it, so she gritted her teeth and rushed over, pulling open Shui Qingheâs door.
One look confirmed her fears: Song Xiaodongâs legs pinning Shui Qinghe, a position forcing Shui Qinghe to do something shameful, even compelling her to use her mouth.
"Help! Help!" Shui Qinghe screamed louder when someone entered.
Wu Xiaoya, even more anxious, shouted, "Song Xiaodong, what are you doing? Bullying a woman like this, do you have any humanity? I thought you were a hero, a good man, but youâre such a pervert! You have so many women, go to them if you need to vent, Shui Qinghe doesnât agree, why force her? Are you even a man?"
"Xiaoya! Xiaoya! Save me, I donât want this..." Shui Qinghe, recognizing Wu Xiaoya, shouted incoherently.
"Okay, okay!" Wu Xiaoya hurriedly stepped forward and shouted, "Song Xiaodong, let her go."
But Song Xiaodong still restrained Shui Qinghe.
Impulsively, Wu Xiaoya rushed forward, reaching to push Song Xiaodong.
"Donât move!" Song Xiaodong shouted low, yet Wu Xiaoyaâs hand still touched his back with great force.
Song Xiaodongâs body swayed, but his hand remained steady on the needle tail on Shui Qingheâs head.
"Ah!" After pushing him, Wu Xiaoya suddenly noticed the silver needle on Shui Qingheâs head and realized the misunderstanding. Just as she began to speak, she saw blood trickling from Song Xiaodongâs mouth, turning her face pale with fright.