Return of the King, Chapter 1668 - 1562: Why So Cowardly?

Chapter 1668: Chapter 1562: Why So Cowardly?

If this Inner Qi stubbornly refuses to enter, and the other person keeps resisting, what should be done?

If you give up at this mont, then this man will not be worthy of being called a man.

Song Yun is a man’s man, even more so than Lord Kui, so Song Yun decisively decided to use force!

Forcible Qi transfer!

If it can’t enter, then you just have to use more force!

Song Yun’s hand pressed down harder, and Chen ngjie’s belly was slightly pressed in by Song Yun, whereas originally, Song Yun’s hand was gently placed on Chen ngjie’s Dantian.

With Song Yun exerting this force, the pressure of the Inner Qi on Chen ngjie’s Dantian beca even greater!

Chen ngjie felt a rush of heat at her Dantian, and then, with a slight pressure, she suddenly felt a strange sensation below.

This... feels like the bladder being pressed.

And generally, when the bladder is pressed, it creates the urge to go to the bathroom...

So, Chen ngjie suddenly felt the urge to urinate abundantly.

Of course, this sounds a bit disgusting; a different phrase could be "water overflowing."

However, this was just a slight feeling, not like those sudden urges during exams where you have to hold it until the end, which can be exceedingly uncomfortable, even worse than constipation!

Song Yun naturally did not know that his press caused such an urge; he was focused on battling against Chen ngjie’s body’s magnetic field.

Finally, under Song Yun’s strong effort, the Inner Qi decisively entered Chen ngjie’s body.

Alright, that sounds a bit wicked.

Song Yun felt a whole body of relaxation, as the feeling of inner pressure on his hand was not that pleasant, especially high-density Inner Qi, which even made Song Yun’s hand feel a bit painful.

The main issue is still that the internal ridians are not resilient or spacious enough!

After struggling hard to break through Chen ngjie’s body’s defenses, the Inner Qi decisively flowed into Chen ngjie’s Dantian.

Chen ngjie originally felt just a slight urge from the bladder being pressed, and her stomach was a bit hot, but otherwise, she felt nothing; however, suddenly, Chen ngjie felt sothing slowly entering her body.

Of course, this isn’t so stick-like object, but the Inner Qi.

Moreover, Chen ngjie did not know what Inner Qi was, so she felt as if her Dantian was being filled with sothing, a full sense of satisfaction that almost made Chen ngjie cry out.

Every singer uses Dantian breath, and Chen ngjie mastered it to extre proficiency; however, due to poor health in childhood and constantly singing as she grew up, expelling the breath from her Dantian, it led to emptiness, naturally weakening her physique. Once Song Yun entered, the Inner Qi flowed; for soone who has never trained in martial arts, the Dantian’s capacity was very limited, so even without Song Yun exerting full force, her Dantian was filled with Song Yun’s Inner Qi.

Song Yun knew that he couldn’t continue, because ordinary people like Chen ngjie lacked the robust Dantian of martial artists like himself, so if overfilled, it might cause so kind of damage.

"Mm."

In the end, Chen ngjie couldn’t help but let out a sound; the heat on the Dantian, the faint sense of pressure, the full sensation of being filled with sothing. With these three stimuli, if Chen ngjie didn’t have any reaction and laid there like a dead fish, it would truly waste Song Yun’s hard work.

The low sound made Song Yun’s hand tremble slightly, and instead of withdrawing, it inexplicably continued pressing down.

The soft feeling also gave Song Yun a secret joy, and as one with a wandering soul, when Chen ngjie’s voice rekindled his playful spirit, Song Yun decisively began to sway.

"I guess this is the dical fee then!" Song Yun said to himself, pressing his hand on Chen ngjie’s Dantian.

How could Chen ngjie know that the Qi transfer was over; she was almost in a semi-crazed state.

First off, she had a fever of 39.2 degrees, which could generally cause delirium.

Secondly, the area around her Dantian felt too good.

Seeing Chen ngjie sweating profusely, her body slightly trembling, and her breathing becoming disordered, Song Yun sighed and finally withdrew his hand, then picked her up horizontally.

When Chen ngjie ca back to her senses, she asked in surprise, "What’s wrong?"

"Treatnt is over, sleep well, and you’ll be fine in the morning!" Song Yun said as he placed Chen ngjie back on the bed and then pulled up the quilt to cover her.

Feeling Song Yun’s caring gaze, Chen ngjie imdiately felt a wave of loss filling her heart, especially seeing his concerned eyes.

When a woman falls into the abyss of love, she happily allows her beloved to tease her and take advantage, but at this mont, Song Yun uncharacteristically played the gentleman.

Song Yun stood up and said, "Alright, I need to go to sleep, it’s late, you should sleep so more, I’ll co to find you in the morning."

"Mm!" Chen ngjie nodded.

Song Yun turned to leave, but Chen ngjie also got up from the bed and followed him.

"Why are you following ? Do you still want to co to my room?" Song Yun asked with a smile.

Chen ngjie really wanted to say, if you let , I would, especially after today’s events and her fever, she quite wished for a strong and warm embrace for comfort. However, Song Yun patted her head and said, "Alright, don’t follow , go back to sleep, or your cold may worsen!"

Chen ngjie pouted and said, "I need to go to the bathroom."

Song Yun was taken aback for a mont and then laughed, "Alright, I won’t accompany you then, good night."

With that, Song Yun walked out of Chen ngjie’s room.

Watching Song Yun’s back, Chen ngjie angrily clenched her fists and muttered to herself, "Why is he so daring with Shishi and Qingluan, but not with , hmph!"

Whether Song Yun lacked courage or simply wasn’t interested in Chen ngjie, this was sothing outsiders couldn’t know. Once back in his room, Song Yun fell asleep quickly, while Chen ngjie, feeling dizzy, also lay down and fell asleep without overthinking about Song Yun.

This ti, Chen ngjie didn’t have any nightmares; her mind was full of Song Yun the whole night. She dreamt of becoming lovers with Song Yun, with the two of them sailing a yacht in Victoria Harbor. Song Yun held her waist, just like Rose and Jack from the Titanic. A light breeze blew, Chen ngjie turned her face towards Song Yun, slightly raising her chin, as Song Yun’s lips slowly approached, getting closer and closer.