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Chapter 185: The Magical Kiss
Xiao Yun returned to the ward holding a clay pot, only to find An Yiran asleep at Duan Haoran's bedside.
The autumn night was cool. Xiao Yun closed the door and quietly sat beside An Yiran.
Looking at Duan Haoran's waxy face, Xiao Yun felt a pang of sorrow in his heart.
Since childhood, he never imagined having such a grandfather in the city. Even when he learned about their blood relation after coming to the city, he never took it to heart. But at this moment, with the imminent threat of life and death, the pain from the depths of his heart was naturally triggered.
Xiao Yun reached out a hand and gently stroked Duan Haoran's face. It was the first time he had closely examined this elderly man before him and his weathered face. He could tell that although the old man was in a deep coma and unresponsive, his muscles were still tense, as if he were still immersed in endless pain and struggle.
A stream of Heavenly Spirit Essence flowed from Xiao Yun's palm into Duan Haoran's body. Although it did not bring him back to life, it could at least temporarily alleviate his physical suffering.
"Grandpa, please don't leave me..." Suddenly, An Yiran cried out in her sleep, her shoulders trembling as she wept uncontrollably.
Xiao Yun hurriedly approached her and gently patted her back. "Sister Yiran, wake up!"
"Xiao Yun..."
An Yiran woke up from her dream in a daze, still seemingly not fully awake. Her beautiful eyes were glistening with tears as she grasped Xiao Yun's hand tightly and said, "Xiao Yun, what should I do if Grandpa leaves me... what should I do?"
Her expression was so lost and helpless that her delicate body shivered involuntarily.
Xiao Yun took out a tissue and gently wiped away the tears on her face, softly saying, "Sister Yiran, you still have me, right? I tell you, just move in with me from now on; you are mine!"
Uh, I am yours?
An Yiran seemed to have just woken up, her delicate face suddenly flushed. She hurriedly released his hand, but in an instant, various sorrows crept back into her heart.
"Sister Yiran, eat something. This is the porridge I made for you!" Xiao Yun opened the lid of the pot, and a fragrant aroma immediately wafted through the air.
This was glutinous rice porridge cooked with fresh old chicken soup, containing goji berries, lotus seeds, and raisins. It not only tasted good but was also beneficial for the skin.
Although the fragrance was particularly tempting, An Yiran couldn't muster any appetite.
"Thank you, but I don't want to eat!" she said.
Xiao Yun replied, "No way! If you don't eat something soon, your body won't be able to handle it. Besides, it took me a long time to make this porridge. Can you really let me down by not eating?"
"…"
"Come on, I'll feed you!"
Xiao Yun meant what he said; he really used a small spoon to scoop some porridge and brought it to her mouth.
"Xiao Yun…"
"Sister Yiran, just eat!"
"You… you have to listen to me…"
"Don't say anything. If you don't eat soon, I'm going to get angry!"
"…"
His words had an effect; An Yiran lightly parted her red lips and swallowed the porridge he offered her.
A mouthful of porridge slid down her throat, the melt-in-your-mouth deliciousness combined with an unprecedented sense of comfort seemed to rapidly spread from within her body to every pore, leaving her wide-eyed in astonishment.
Whether it was due to her extreme hunger or her body's exhaustion, every bite of the porridge cooked by Xiao Yun felt like swallowing a celestial elixir, an indescribable sensation that reached deep into her heart.
“Xiao Yun, let me eat by myself!” A rare smile finally appeared on her exquisite face, sweet and even a bit shy.
It felt somewhat unusual to have a man feed her.
“Alright!” Xiao Yun placed the clay pot in front of her and handed over a spoon.
An Yiran scooped a spoonful of porridge herself and brought it to her mouth, gently sipping it. She couldn't help but furrow her brows. What was going on? The melt-in-your-mouth deliciousness was still there, but it seemed like something was missing.
She couldn't help but steal a glance at Xiao Yun, whose gaze was fixed on the expression on her face.
Xiao Yun smiled and said, “Do you feel like something has changed when you eat?”
Uh!
How did he know?
“Sister Yiran, let me feed you instead. Besides, you've worked hard for Old Master Duan; as a descendant of the Duan Family, I should repay you!”
“Xiao Yun, this…”
“Be obedient!”
Xiao Yun took the spoon from her hand, scooped up a spoonful of porridge, lightly blew on it, and then fed it into her mouth.
Gulp!
As she swallowed the porridge, that wonderful feeling of comfort returned to her.
What was going on?
At that moment, An Yiran noticed a small detail: every time Xiao Yun fed her porridge, he would always gently blow on the spoon first.
Little did she know that each time Xiao Yun fed her, he would channel a wisp of Spiritual Energy, infusing it into the spoon through his breath.
His unique Heavenly Spirit Essence was not something an ordinary Ancient Martial Arts practitioner could possess. The combination of the seven-colored Heart Pearl and the Ethereal Stone's Spiritual Energy was one of the rarest pairings in the world. As long as he was willing to share even a little bit, the recipient would experience an indescribable pleasure.
Clearly, An Yiran seemed to realize this. She merely blinked her bright eyes in contemplation, wondering if the mystery lay in that gentle blow from his mouth.
If that were true, would a woman kissing him find it immensely enjoyable...
She quickly glanced at his lips—full, sensual, exuding a masculine charm...
Oh dear, you silly woman. Grandpa Duan is in such a state, and you still have the leisure to think about this nonsense?
An Yiran scolded herself harshly in her mind, her face flushing. However, the fleeting change in her expression appeared to Xiao Yun as an indescribable allure and charm.
Having never looked closely at Sister Yiran before, he was surprised to discover such a captivating side of her.
Xiao Yun found himself lost in thought...
"Xiao Yun, what are you thinking about?" An Yiran finally managed to calm herself and asked.
Uh... Xiao Yun snapped back to reality and awkwardly smiled, "Nothing much. I was just thinking how Sister Yiran is becoming more and more like the goddess in my heart."
Goddess?
An Yiran seemed to understand what he was hinting at, and her heart raced involuntarily. However, she still feigned a pout and said, "What nonsense are you talking? How could I be the goddess in your heart? Sister Qingxue is your goddess!"
Upon mentioning Duan Qingxue, Xiao Yun's expression dimmed slightly as he sighed, "You're right, but I just don't know where she is now or when I will see her again!"
"Didn't you hear that she was taken away by someone from the Peerless Sect? Where exactly is the Peerless Sect?" An Yiran asked anxiously.
Xiao Yun shook his head and replied, "I heard that the Peerless Sect is an isolated Ancient Martial Arts Sect, composed of extraordinary women who rarely interact with the outside world. I have no idea where they are hiding!"
After a moment of silence...
"Sister Yiran, hurry up and eat; otherwise, the porridge will get cold!" Xiao Yun lifted a spoon and gently blew on it.
Just as An Yiran was about to take a mouthful of porridge, Xiao Yun suddenly smiled and said, "Sister Yiran, do you know why I blow on it before feeding you?"
"Uh, why?" An Yiran asked curiously.
Xiao Yun softly replied, "It's called blowing a kiss. Didn't you feel the magic of this blowing kiss?"
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