The Rebirth of the Cultivation Leader Qin Zhao as a Celebrity Chapter 250 - 247: He is a Wolf in Rabbit’s Skin

This power allowed him to feel changes in his body, with each channel and bone becoming vividly visible in his mind, better even than hospital equipnt.

Less than a week had passed since the injury, and the fracture in his left hand had already healed, leaving no scars, with the bones stronger than before.

Such a rapid recovery might arouse suspicion from others.

The last thing Chu Yan wanted was for Qin Zhao to beco suspicious, so he continued to wrap his hand in bandages, pretending that his fracture had not yet healed.

The two packed up their things and went ho.

During this ti in the hospital, they had stayed in the sa room.

So, once back, Chu Yan placed his suitcase in Qin Zhao’s room.

Qin Zhao glanced at the suitcase, then at Chu Yan.

Seeing the bandages on his hand, she ultimately said nothing.

With difficulty, Chu Yan used his right hand to open the suitcase, and Qin Zhao stepped forward to help.

However, when Qin Zhao was putting Chu Yan’s clothes into her wardrobe, her expression turned a bit odd, especially when she saw his underwear, and she looked away.

"Where should this go?"

Chu Yan held up a bag of neatly folded underwear, asking seriously.

"..." Qin Zhao replied irritably, "Anywhere."

Chu Yan pulled open a drawer and saw Qin Zhao’s underwear inside. Cold phoenix eyes montarily clouded, he rearranged slightly to make a small space.

He placed his own underwear with Qin Zhao’s, then went on to hang suits and coats in the wardrobe, stacking all his trousers on top of Qin Zhao’s.

Satisfied with the neatly arranged wardrobe, Chu Yan finally felt a bit content.

"Zhaozhao, I need to change clothes."

Qin Zhao had gone to the living room to play with the cat, which had beco clingy since they hadn’t been ho for a few days.

Chu Yan walked over, picked up the kitten by the scruff of its neck with one hand, and dropped it back into its nest.

"Help change."

He repeated, pulling Qin Zhao back to the room.

Since his left hand was injured, Qin Zhao had been helping him change clothes these past few days.

"What clothes are you changing into? Are you going to take a shower?"

"Mm, I want you to help shower."

As soon as he said it, he turned and stared at her intently, "You can’t use the Dust Cleaning Technique. I feel dirty since I haven’t used water to wash in days; it has to be with water!"

While in the hospital, Chu Yan had Qin Zhao help him bathe using the Dust Cleaning Technique.

Chu Yan expressed his dissatisfaction, and Qin Zhao told him not to make a fuss.

"It’s not possible, the Dust Cleaning Technique cleans better than water."

"No, I want a real bath."

"Then go bathe yourself."

Qin Zhao glared at him, thinking he was such a nuisance.

But seeing Chu Yan’s left arm wrapped in thick gauze, hanging around his neck, grabbing clothes with one hand and heading to the bathroom as if he would bathe regardless of her help, Qin Zhao finally gritted her teeth and followed.

He struggled to even take off his clothes with one hand; Qin Zhao had helped him with it these past few days!

So seeing the muscles on Chu Yan’s body once again, Qin Zhao was much calr than the first ti when she had blushed and was teased by him.

Chu Yan looked down at her from above, his phoenix eyes dark and mysterious.

"Are you not taking off your underwear?"

"Take it off yourself!"

"I can’t with one hand."

Chu Yan smirked harmlessly.

"Bullshit! Weren’t you changing your underwear by yourself at the hospital the past few days?"

"There’s water on the floor here, I’m afraid I might slip."

"Then stand on the dry spot."

Chu Yan used the showerhead in his hand to wet the entire bathroom floor, leaving no dry spot.

After his mischief, he asked Qin Zhao again, "Where did you just say to stand?"

"Chu, Yan!"

Qin Zhao’s eyes could have shot flas, wishing she could dunk his head into the flushing toilet.

Before she could act, Zhaozhao was pinned against the cold wall by Chu Yan.

He reattached the showerhead up high.

As the water flowed down, both of their bodies beca completely wet. Qin Zhao was wearing only a shirt which, when soaked, clung to her body, transparent and outlining her exquisite curves.

The coldness of his phoenix eyes deepened, his gaze possessing a strong sense of aggression.

"Qin Zhao, your clothes are soaked. Shall we bathe together?"

"No! Let go..."

She had just pushed Chu Yan away when he grabbed her by the nape of the neck with one hand and pulled her back, her back against the cold wall again, his long legs beside her, preventing her from leaving.

"Don’t move so abruptly; you’ll hurt my hand."

Chu Yan even looked at her with bla. In a trance, he effortlessly ripped her drenched shirt to shreds.

Most of his weight bore down on her, his voice hoarse, "Zhaozhao."

And just like that, everything that followed spiraled out of control.

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When they erged from the bathroom, Qin Zhao had already passed out.

Chu Yan carried her out horizontally, his dark, chilly phoenix eyes still filled with unresolved desire and a wild ferocity, occasionally flashing with a crimson light.

"Zhaozhao."

He laid her on the bed...

The desire in his eyes beca uncontrollable once more.

Not only that, Chu Yan’s body also vibrated with terrifying surges of spiritual power.

He stopped what he was doing, suddenly experiencing an excruciating headache.

Many fragnted images flashed through his mind, all involving him and Qin Zhao.

Their dark hair cascaded down like waterfalls in an ancient room, tightly intertwined, as if they would never part.

Chu Yan did nothing further but held Qin Zhao tightly.

The long night arrived and quickly passed.

As morning light filtered through the curtains, the horrifying aura around Chu Yan had completely dissipated.

When Qin Zhao woke up, she felt a suffocating pressure as if being haunted.

Upon opening her eyes, she found Chu Yan clinging to her like an octopus.

Her mouth twitched slightly as she faintly rembered so of last night’s events.

They were in the bathroom, helping Chu Yan bathe, and then...

Qin Zhao didn’t continue her thought. The mont she resisted, Chu Yan claid she had touched his wound and kept crying out in pain.

Qin Zhao didn’t dare move.

The more Qin Zhao thought about it, the more upset she beca, she pushed Chu Yan away and lightly kicked him aside.

He woke up, turned to embrace her.

Qin Zhao suddenly asked, "Your hand doesn’t hurt anymore?"

Her voice was chilling.

Chu Yan, startled by her tone, completely sobered up.

"It hurts! Definitely worse now!"

His body curled inside the blanket, exposing only his lazy, handso head, looking pitifully at Qin Zhao, "Later, I’ll need Zhaozhao to help change the dressing."

His tone and deanor were as docile as could be.

As if the aggressive man from the night before wasn’t him.

Qin Zhao felt as if she had drunk fake alcohol; her mory of last night was very blurry.

She seed to have fainted from exhaustion, or did she fall asleep from it?

She couldn’t tell, nor did she rember how she climbed into bed.

It surely couldn’t have been Chu Yan who carried her; his other hand was still injured.

Or perhaps he had dragged her.

Thinking of that scenario, Qin Zhao’s mood wasn’t very beautiful.

She failed to notice that Chu Yan’s fracture had healed, nor did she detect the strange new force within him. This force was much stronger than hers and was still sealed.

With this power’s protection, Chu Yan had used the energy of dead souls for cultivation without Qin Zhao noticing.

Otherwise, with the spiritual power inside him, Qin Zhao would have detected it imdiately.