FRGNM -Chapter 43 Drawing a Boundary

Ling Ruoxi’s mouth twitched, and she hurriedly said, “No, no—it’s really my fault. I thought you were a pervert trying to harass my son. It turns out that brat didn’t explain things properly, which caused all this trouble. I first hit him, and then I accidentally hit you. I’m really sorry!”

“So, you’re here to apologize?” Luo Mingyu said with a faint smile, amused, touching his cheek. “Is this your way of apologizing?”

“I didn’t do it on purpose!” Ling Ruoxi’s eyes were full of grievance. If it weren’t for this man teasing her little foot, she would have erupted and beaten him.

Luo Mingyu raised an eyebrow, smiling. “So it’s my fault? I was just here to detox myself, and you hit me with a rolling pin on my rear, and now your punch has ruined my face. How am I supposed to show myself in public?”

“Uh… then, I have some special herbs for dark circles and facial marks. I promise your facial traces will fade in three hours. Here, this is it!” Ling Ruoxi quickly pulled out a green bottle from her bosom and pressed Luo Mingyu’s shoulders. “Squat down. I’ll apply it for you.”

Luo Mingyu smiled faintly and didn’t resist. He squatted and met her gaze. Her slender fingers applied the cool ointment to his cheek—chilly, yet surprisingly pleasant.

A subtle fragrance drifted into his nose, vaguely familiar. Their eyes met, almost colliding, an instinctive familiarity sparking between them.

Luo Mingyu, without thinking, wrapped his arms around her slim waist, his right hand resting lightly on her cheek, examining her face carefully.

Ling Ruoxi’s muscles tensed completely. Her waist almost snapped as he leaned closer. She leaned back, her head nearly touching the floor, eyes wide as her heart pounded.

“Y-you… what are you doing?” she finally asked.

Luo Mingyu snapped back to awareness, slightly startled, released his grip, and stood upright. “Nothing.”

However, Ling Ruoxi was already cornered. Bending forward, supported by Luo Mingyu’s strength, she suddenly found him pull his left hand away—she tumbled spectacularly.

Crack! Her waist twisted completely.

“My old back…” she wailed, clutching the floor, trying to rise. But each attempt made her twisted waist creak painfully, her face paling.

Luo Mingyu knelt down apologetically, pressing her back. “Here hurts, or here?”

“Hurt, hurt, hurt! Stop, stop! My waist is about to break! Mama mia, meeting you is the worst luck in eight generations!” she roared, slamming against the wooden board, trying to climb up.

Her waist was far more fragile than she thought. She barely took two steps before collapsing, wailing in pain.

“Forget it. I owe you,” Luo Mingyu muttered, rubbing his temple. Using his long arm, he scooped her up into his arms and strode toward his room.

“It hurts! You bastard! I can’t bend my waist!” Ling Ruoxi yelled continuously, her screams even worse than a ghost’s.

He couldn’t understand this mother-and-son pair. Yizhui was like this too—always shouting—but Ling Ruoxi’s yelling was ten times more terrifying. His eardrums almost burst.

Rubbing his ears, Luo Mingyu looked at the person on the bed. “You’ve got energy to shout, yet you can’t even check your body condition. I’m not a doctor—I don’t know how to diagnose this.”

“What diagnosis? I obviously twisted my waist! You’re a Dou Qi Master—just use your Dou Qi to dredge my blood vessels and adjust my muscles. Moving makes it worse!” Ling Ruoxi scolded, lying on his bed and clutching her waist.

Luo Mingyu smiled faintly. “Alright, alright, lie still.” He pressed his right hand onto her injured waist.

As she said, her muscles and bones were hurt. But for a Dou Qi Master, using Dou Qi to smooth meridians was simple.

A faint purple Dou Qi emerged, flowing into her back, repairing the damage.

“Hmm?” It tingled all over, like thousands of ants crawling across her waist—pleasantly so. Ling Ruoxi could feel her muscles recovering, blood flow improving around the injured area.

So comfortable… The warm Dou Qi spread through her body. She moaned with pleasure, resting her chin on her crossed arms. “Yes, right there… so good… a little harder, here, here, harder…”

Luo Mingyu’s lips twitched. The Dou Qi quickly poured into her waist, then he pulled back. “Alright, your waist should be fine now. You can get up.”

“So fast? With Dou Qi, nothing’s impossible. Like the Dragon-Subduing Eighteen Palms—all palms strike rogues. Dou Qi is the same. Too bad I don’t have it.” She rolled over and found her waist completely pain-free, her body relaxed.

She got up, twisting her waist, laughing. “Thanks, pervert… no, thanks, brother. What’s your name?”

“You don’t need to know. Just go back,” Luo Mingyu said coolly. Women were trouble. He didn’t want to stay longer—what if she screamed again?

Hands on her hips, Ling Ruoxi laughed. “You’re too naive! How could I go back? You haven’t accepted my apology yet. Hmph… Sir, do you accept my apology?”

“I do. Now go.” He waved his hand.

“Really?” Ling Ruoxi stepped closer.

“Really,” Luo Mingyu said coldly.

“Then one more time, oh hey, bye-bye!” She stomped sharply on his foot and ran off, escaping through the wooden board gap.

“You!” Luo Mingyu grabbed his foot in frustration, wanting to chase her, but she had slipped away. Lucky for her! He shook his head in amusement and walked to the bath.

Just as he removed his clothes, he heard an enchanting song drifting nearby—strange lyrics and melody.

Instinctively, Luo Mingyu went to the wooden board edge. A large hole automatically opened. On the other side, the woman at the bath slowly let her hair down, removing her jade hairpin.

A breeze stirred, lifting her white veil. Her half-closed eyes gazed forward, delicate hands slowly undoing her clothes.

Her shoulders were sculpted, skin like snow. Despite having had children, her figure remained perfect—slim waist, no extra fat, her back alone inspiring imagination.

The surrounding air seemed to heat up. Luo Mingyu’s gaze sharpened. He lightly touched the board; with a wave of his hand, the wood turned to powder.

Holding a ladle, the woman scooped water and poured it over her jade-like skin. Her black hair swayed, faint purple light shimmering from behind—radiant.

For six years, he had imagined her appearance, temperament, and playful nature. Would she still be lively, bouncing about, chasing after handsome men?

But he was wrong. Six years later, she resembled no street lady. She was a mother of two, protective, slightly nagging, with traces of childlike behavior.

Yet she still dared to joke with him—slap a stranger’s rear, tease him openly. Would she dare with any other man?

“Hehe…” Water droplets fell onto her skin. Long lashes trembled. Ling Ruoxi bent down to scoop water—but in the bath was someone else too.

That familiar face, calm expression, silver-white robes. Those eyes—like a leopard, ready to tear her apart.

“Wah! Y-you, y-you! How did you get here? Where’s the board? Move away!” She jumped into the water, clutching a bath towel, her pale face terrified, retreating.

She had only stepped on him lightly, and yet he followed? How did he appear without making a sound? Even more terrifying, his gaze now burned like fire, not the previous cool indifference.

She couldn’t use Dou Qi. Even as a spy, without clothes, she stood no chance against him.

Sweating, her face pale as paper, she stumbled backward, voice trembling. “M-Mr… Sir… calm down! I apologize, it was my fault! I know you are honorable, you won’t stoop to my level. Please go back first, I’ll put on clothes and then talk to you.”

“Why dress? You look fine without clothes. I don’t mind seeing you. Do you mind if I see you?” Luo Mingyu raised his brows, deciding to tease her, smirking as he loosened his waist sash and stepped into the water, tossing his clothes aside.