Chapter 27: Pulling Back and Forth

Xia Yan knelt down and crawled forward, her backside facing Lü Yang. At home, she wore thin, form-fitting pajamas. While standing, nothing seemed out of the ordinary, but in this leaning-forward position, her full curves were completely revealed.

Initially, Lü Yang hadn’t entertained any improper thoughts due to the pain. However, when Xia Yan pressed the towel against him earlier, the frequent sensations transmitted through the towel had already tormented him. Fortunately, there was no visual stimulation at that time. But now, this scene made Lü Yang’s blood surge instantly.

The voluptuous body of an eighteen- or nineteen-year-old girl had a powerful impact on a young man. It wasn’t about willpower or morals—it was purely instinct.

The key was… Lü Yang had also seen and touched Xia Yan’s bare bottom, and the memory of that soft, warm sensation still lingered on his hands. When he first noticed the awkwardness of the situation, he immediately averted his gaze, trying to avoid inappropriate thoughts… but… his mind uncontrollably drifted back to that earlier moment…

He hadn’t just seen and touched Xia Yan’s bare bottom—he even vividly recalled her damp “wood ear”…

These thoughts, once sparked, became hard to ignore. The thing beneath the small towel grew extremely restless. What was once demure suddenly stood up proudly, taking charge.

Experience brings true knowledge. It turned out that Lü Yang’s knife wound hadn’t damaged any nerves, and all functions were normal… because the small towel was suddenly lifted, even flipped to the other side. Although the towel still covered it without slipping off, once stretched taut, Xia Yan, from her prone position, could see everything clearly at a glance.

Realizing this, Lü Yang inwardly cursed. He repeatedly urged his unruly “brother” to calm down quickly, or else he would lose face in front of the two women today. But the “brother” refused to obey, stubbornly standing tall as if flaunting its strength to the world.

Lü Yang was utterly embarrassed. All his previous efforts had failed. For some reason, that “guy” was unusually excited in front of the two women, completely ignoring its owner’s commands. If Lü Yang reached to adjust the towel now, not only would it fail to cover anything, but it would also look even more suspicious.

Both Xia Yan and Sister Mei had their focus near Lü Yang’s injury, so they naturally noticed his unusual state. Their faces flushed red instantly, and they felt surprised… Despite Lü Yang’s severe wound and the excruciating pain during cleaning, he could still… What a strong man!

Xia Yan’s cheeks felt warm, but she didn’t know what to say to Lü Yang. She decided to play dumb and ignore what was happening. Lowering her head, she took out a needle and thread to stitch Lü Yang’s wound.

Just as she was about to start sewing, Xia Yan suddenly realized something: Why had Lü Yang been fine earlier, even when she pressed the towel, but the moment she leaned forward, he suddenly changed?

Pretending to look up, she glanced sideways and noticed that Lü Yang wasn’t staring at the ceiling as before. Instead, his face was flushed, and his eyes were subtly scanning her backside…

Xia Yan understood immediately, which also reminded her of the time in the women’s restroom when he saw and touched her bare bottom. Feeling both embarrassed and annoyed, she didn’t warn Lü Yang but abruptly jabbed the needle in, starting the stitching process.

Lü Yang was caught off guard and almost cried out, but he managed to hold it in…

Damn it… it hurt!

It hurt so much that Lü Yang wished he could bite Xia Yan’s bottom hard.

Amid the intense pain, Lü Yang’s “brother” finally settled down a bit. However, even a shrunken camel is bigger than a horse—though it had calmed somewhat, it couldn’t return to its previous tranquil state.

Sister Mei held the candle, observing everything. She noticed the small towel was lifted as if it might slip off at any moment. Whether she didn’t want Xia Yan to be distracted, didn’t want Lü Yang to feel embarrassed, or had some other private reason, she kindly reached over and pulled the towel upward, trying to cover him again.

Although Lü Yang had calmed down a lot from the stitching pain, he hadn’t fully returned to normal. As Sister Mei tugged the towel upward, it rubbed against the most sensitive spot, sending a sharp, tingling sensation from his front to his back, then up his spine to the back of his head. Lü Yang’s body shivered involuntarily.

All the efforts Lü Yang had made to suppress his urges due to the pain vanished instantly. Now, it stood tall once more.

Sister Mei, what are you doing? Don’t mess with me! Lü Yang cursed inwardly. The situation was clearly out of control now—even if he wanted to, he couldn’t change what was happening.

“Sister Mei… you’re covering the stitching area.” Xia Yan was focused on sewing Lü Yang’s wound. Sister Mei’s good intentions backfired—the towel covered part of the wound above, distracting Xia Yan, who couldn’t help complaining.

“Oh… uh…” Sister Mei, feeling awkward, quickly pulled the towel back down. As it rubbed against him, another intense wave shot up Lü Yang’s spine to the back of his head, and his body shuddered again.

Sister Mei, stop torturing me! Lü Yang cursed inwardly once more. With each sensation, the situation grew more uncontrollable and worsened further.

“Sister Mei… you…” Xia Yan looked at Sister Mei, utterly embarrassed. This time, Sister Mei had pulled the towel back too far, accidentally exposing what was meant to be covered. A smooth little head peeked out from under the towel, standing proudly in Xia Yan’s direction, making her blush deeply.

Sister Mei also blushed brightly and hurriedly yanked the towel upward again, covering the little Lü Yang that had embarrassed both her and Xia Yan.

This time, the friction nearly pushed Lü Yang over the edge. He took several sharp breaths, forcefully suppressing the sensation that was about to erupt.

“Sister Mei, you covered the wound again! Just hold the candle—why keep pulling the towel back and forth?” Xia Yan was growing exasperated. Everything was fine earlier—what was Sister Mei trying to do?

Sister Mei was also frustrated. She hadn’t meant to cause trouble. Pulling the towel either covered the wound or exposed Lü Yang. It was strange—it had worked fine before. Why couldn’t it stay in place now? Was it due to extreme expansion from heat?

Regardless, covering the wound was not an option. Reluctantly, Sister Mei carefully pulled the towel downward again.

“Don’t… it’s over!!”

Lü Yang screamed inwardly. This time, no matter how many sharp breaths he took, he couldn’t hold back the sensation any longer. The previous tug had brought him to his limit, and Sister Mei’s latest pull was the final straw… pushing him past the point of no return.

The “brother” was angry.

The consequences were severe.