Lin'an Never Night

Chapter 302: Belle, I see that you have a unique character (for CayCc leader)

"Belle, are you feeling better now?"

"Well, Belle feels much better. I'll take a rest. I think after midnight, I'll forget everything I wrote down today, and then I'll be fine."

Yang Yuan breathed a sigh of relief and said, "If that's the case, then you can take a rest now. You have made great contributions today, and I will reward you when the merits are rewarded in the future."

Yang Yuan felt that massaging for too long would be counterproductive, so it would be better to let her recover slowly.

The most important thing is that Emmanuelle Belle was completely powerless at this moment and could only collapse on him.

At first he was just worried about her health, but as her condition gradually improved, Yang Yuan relaxed and began to notice more details.

This girl has big hips and a thin waist, which makes her look very voluptuous. She has a haggard face, messy hair, tiny beads of sweat, and a slight gasp...

In the dead of night, in a dark room, a man and a woman alone...

He could not help but imagine the monkey in his mind leaping onto the branch and the horse in his mind rushing onto the grass, bounding and galloping happily.

Especially since she had not only taken off her outer clothes but also her bra when she was wiping her body just now. Now she was only wearing a moon-white dress which was almost torn apart by the magnificent thing on her chest.

When Yang Yuan's eyes fell, he saw a deep gorge like snow-white jade, with three or two drops of sweat on it, which seemed to be trembling with her breathing and about to roll out.

How could one not be moved by such a beauty? Yang Yuan's heart was not only moved, but his appetite was also throbbing, like a hibernating frog eager to jump.

However, Yang Yuan didn't want to be like Shen Xi, trying to chew a peony with a cow. A forced melon can be sweet, but it is impossible for forced people to be in harmony with each other and be intoxicated both physically and mentally.

Belle uttered a soft "hmm" and struggled to sit up, but her strength had not yet recovered. She barely sat up halfway, her body went limp, and she fell down again.

Yang Yuan hurriedly said: "You don't have to move, I'll help you."

Yang Yuan first supported Emmanuelle Belle's body and moved himself to the ground, then bent down and lifted her up, trying to move her into the couch.

At this moment, Belle's eyes were filled with confusion, like ripples on a green lake, and her consciousness was empty.

After a moment, Belle's eyes suddenly became clear again. When she saw Yang Yuan, she opened her eyes wide in surprise.

"you……"

Belle only felt the surging, fishy and salty sea water suddenly wash over her, waking her up instantly.

A black-eyed knight, holding a long rope in one hand, jumped down from the high side of the ship and picked her up by the waist.

At this moment, Yang Yuan was supporting her waist and back, supporting her knees. The face in her memory was exactly the same as the person in front of her.

So, when Belle's memory suddenly returned to the moment when she woke up in the water, it was seamlessly connected to the current situation.

The moment Belle "regained consciousness", she subconsciously grabbed Yang Yuan's clothes.

When she saw his appearance clearly at this moment, her memory returned to the moment when she woke up at sea. Belle thought that she had just been rescued by him, and her consciousness relaxed, and her tense body relaxed again.

However, Yang Yuan had to support her with both hands and bend down to put her into the couch, which was not only strenuous but also unstable.

Her body was like a bow, tensing and relaxing, and Yang Yuan could no longer stand.

Belle fell onto the couch, and Yang Yuan leaned forward and stepped on her all of a sudden, with his hands under her body.

Emmanuelle Belle's brain power was greatly exhausted and her consciousness was still a little dizzy. The ups and downs in her mind made her mistakenly believe that she was in the cabin.

I fell into the water and was rescued by him and brought into the cabin?
So what is he doing at this moment?
When Belle realized this, she immediately found that her outer coat had become loose, her undershirt was open, and the long scarf around her chest had been untied.

Belle was so shocked that her head buzzed. The person in front of her was no longer her black-eyed knight.

She only felt that a pair of horns grew on Yang Yuan's head, and a pair of black wings as dark as a devil spread out from his ribs.

"You devil!"

Belle yelled angrily and grabbed Yang Yuan, but she felt her fingers were so weak that she didn't even have the strength to hold on to his collar.

Belle felt miserable, thinking that he must have done something to me while I was unconscious, which made me so weak.

Bei'er was filled with hatred and opened her mouth to bite Yang Yuan's neck.

"Don't move your hands, don't talk..."

Yang Yuan was in a panic. Just as he grabbed her wrist, he saw her teeth bared and bit him again.

Yang Yuan quickly tilted his head and dodged again. He was so upset by her that he didn't even have a chance to stand up.

This crowding and rubbing couldn't be controlled somewhere, and it became like an angry frog.

Belle felt terribly sad, thinking that she had been defiled by the devil. Her body softened and she passed out.

……

I don’t know how long it took, but Belle woke up slowly.

The experience just now instantly came back to my memory.

Belle's eyes widened in horror. Just as she was about to sit up, a notebook appeared in front of her.

Yang Yuan held a candle in one hand and a memo in the other, standing in front of her like a "god of freedom".

"Emmanuelle Belle, don't be anxious. Take a look at this first. This is your own handwriting. You should be able to recognize it."

Before Belle could react, Yang Yuan took the initiative.

Belle looked at the memo that Yang Yuan opened in surprise.

When Yang Yuan saw this, he considerately lowered the candle a little further for her.

Belle quickly read a few lines of text and her eyes widened even more.

She snatched the memo from Yang Yuan's hand and began to read it quickly.

Yang Yuan breathed a sigh of relief, turned to her side and held the candle for her.

After Belle understood what happened, she slowly put down the memo, looking confused.

It turns out that so much time has passed since I fell into the sea?
It turns out that he is my shareholder and employer, and now I follow him to a place called Shanyin.

Yang Yuan looked at her dazed expression. Belle's golden hair was loose, shining brightly in the candlelight.

Between the golden hair was a delicate face that was pale but still stunning, with a confused look.

That kind of indescribable beauty has an even more amazing charm.

Belle thought, should I disguise myself as his concubine today and accompany him to the office of the local garrison general to steal their accounts?

So what happened just now?

Bei Er tightened her clothes which became looser as she struggled, shrank back into the bed, and looked at Yang Yuan warily: "So, what happened to us now?"

She felt around quietly and found that there didn't seem to be anything particularly strange on her body, which made her feel relieved.

Yang Yuan told her about their trip to the Dujian Mansion and everything that happened afterwards.

In order to prove what he said, Yang Yuan took out the paper with the names and data he had written down from her dictation and showed it to her.

Only then did Belle believe that she had misunderstood him.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Yang Yuan, this is my problem..." Belle covered her chest with one hand and pointed at her head with the other.

Thinking of their overly intimate contact just now, Belle couldn't help but blush with shyness.

"Belle, it's not your fault. If you hadn't worked so hard to help me, it wouldn't have caused such great damage to your brain."

Yang Yuan comforted him, "You should have forgotten what you wrote down yesterday. Do you feel relieved?"

Bei Er sensed her own physical condition and said to Yang Yuan, "I feel much more relaxed, but I am still very tired and my head is aching." As expected...

Yang Yuan knew that she had to remember too many things yesterday, and she had to spend so much time thinking back, analyzing and calculating...

Even though her brain is now forcing her memories to reset, the damage to her brain is impossible to recover.

I hope she gets some sleep and feels better tomorrow morning. Otherwise, if her brain power is irreversibly damaged...

If a girl who has to face new students every day has to endure a splitting headache when she uses her brain, it would be really...

Yang Yuan was a little worried and couldn't help but say, "In our East, there is a method of breathing in and out, which can develop human potential and give people unexpected abilities..."

The term "internal power" was first proposed in the late Qing Dynasty and early Republic of China. The ancients had always referred to it by names such as "guiding technique" and "qi refining technique".

However, even if we use words like "guiding" and "refining qi", I'm afraid that Belle, a Western girl, may not be able to understand.

In order to make her understand, Yang Yuan could only try his best to explain it in terms that he thought Belle could understand.

"It is... a kind of spiritual and inner cultivation by practitioners through breathing techniques. Through meditation, chanting, sitting in meditation and other methods, one can concentrate one's will and develop one's potential..."

Belle heard words like "meditation, chanting, sitting in meditation", and "concentrating one's will". Isn't that the prayers she does every day?

Belle immediately refused, "Thank you for your kindness, Mr. Yang Yuan, but Belle has already converted. God is the only one, and I cannot believe in any other gods."

"This has nothing to do with your God."

Yang Yuan frowned. He hadn't realized that this little girl was so devout in her faith.

Yang Yuan explained: "The chanting I'm talking about is not some sacred scripture left behind, but just some pronunciations that may not have any specific meanings that may be used to help regulate breathing or focus consciousness..."

As Yang Yuan spoke, he took the medicine bowl and said, "It is just a skill to regulate the body through the breathing and circulation of internal energy."

As he spoke, Yang Yuan raised a finger and knocked on the bowl. With a "clang" sound, the bowl broke and a piece was knocked off by Yang Yuan's finger.

Emmanuelle Belle suddenly opened her eyes wide and looked at Yang Yuan's fingers in surprise.

Those fingers are clearly made of flesh and blood, so how come they can break a bowl as easily as a hammer?

Yang Yuan waved his fingers, "dang, dang, dang", and a large bowl in his hands was quickly knocked into pieces of porcelain. In the end, only the thickest piece at the bottom of the bowl was left in his hand.

Yang Yuan picked up the porcelain piece with his thumb and index finger and said to Bei'er, "It is only strong in body and spirit! It has nothing to do with the gods in the dark."

As Yang Yuan spoke, he suddenly exerted force with two fingers, and the porcelain pieces between his fingers shattered with a "snap".

Except for a small piece held between the fingers, the rest of the porcelain pieces fell to the ground.

The piece between his fingers was gradually crushed into a ball of white powder by Yang Yuan's two fingers, and fell from between his fingers.

Yang Yuan clapped his hands and said, "That's it."

Belle was just staring in amazement. She knew how hard the porcelain pieces were, but how could they be turned into powder with just two fingers?
When she was a child, she once placed broken porcelain between two large stones and pressed the upper stone against it for a long time, but she still couldn't achieve such an effect.

"Oh my God, if this is a miracle, then his God seems to be more powerful than my God." A very rebellious thought suddenly flashed through Belle's mind.

She shook her head subconsciously, trying to get rid of this ridiculous idea. This shake of her head caused her to suddenly have a splitting headache, and Belle couldn't help but hold her head in pain.

Yang Yuan said: "I think this Qi-refining technique may be helpful to you, but..."

Yang Yuan hesitated, not knowing how to explain to her.

There is more than one type of Qigong, the problem is that he only knows this one.

Once he practices the Qi-refining technique he knows, if he is too close to someone who has also practiced the same technique, a strong attraction will be generated between them.

But this is a bit too unbelievable. Will she believe it if I tell her?
Belle was afraid of the slightest wavering of her faith, so she quickly refused without waiting for him to finish, saying, "No, thank you, Mr. Yang Yuan. I don't think I need to learn your 'prayer technique'. I should be fine after a night's rest."

Yang Yuan breathed a sigh of relief and said, "If that's the case, then..."

He took a look at the mess in the room, and Belle said knowingly, "It's getting late, we can clean it up tomorrow."

Yang Yuan said, "Okay, then, I'll go to bed too. I'll be outside the door, call me if you feel uncomfortable."

Yang Yuan walked out and closed the door for her.

Belle didn't even think about bolting the door. As soon as Yang Yuan left, she got off the couch and picked up a piece of porcelain on the ground.

It's not fake, it's real porcelain.

Belle pinched it hard out of disbelief, but it only caused a pain in her head; the porcelain piece in her hand did not move at all.

"What a magical power..."

Belle knelt on the ground, studying the porcelain pieces over and over again. She couldn't help but feel moved, thinking that it might be possible to learn his magical skills.

The problem of curing headaches was not a big deal for her. The most important thing was that she was alone in a foreign country and had been kidnapped and sold, so she felt extremely insecure.

So, if she could possess this powerful power...

But she has already refused.

Belle sighed and hesitantly lay back on the couch. As soon as her head touched the pillow, she felt another wave of pain.

Belle lay there for a long time. She was obviously very tired, but she couldn't fall asleep.

Whenever she moved the slightest, she felt a pain in her head, which made her already active mind even more intense.

Belle slowly got up from the bed, held up the candle, and walked towards the door.

When Yang Yuan lay down on the couch, he also felt sore all over.

While Belle was lying on the couch, thinking hard and making precise calculations, he was sitting beside the couch, facing a brocade cushion in front of him that served as a table, waiting with a pen in hand.

Belle was thinking from the afternoon until midnight, and Yang Yuan sat with her until midnight.

"Even I am so tired, no wonder Belle is exhausted. I will buy her some presents tomorrow. I don't know what she would like.

Forget it, I won't think about it for now. I'll just ask her tomorrow. Western girls seem to be more outgoing in this regard, unlike our Eastern girls who are more reserved and introverted.

Yang Yuan thought about it, yawned, turned over, and lay on his side in the most comfortable sleeping position, "lying like a bow", and immediately felt sleepy.

Suddenly, Yang Yuan sensed some movement behind him. He was startled and suddenly turned over, gathering strength in his legs, ready to kick out.

Then he saw Belle.

When people have a bad cold, their consciousness is always hazy, and they tend to lose things and neglect many things.

Belle's consciousness at this point was even more serious than if she were suffering from a bad cold.

When Yang Yuan came out just now, she completely forgot to lock the door.

At this time, she came out holding a candle, wearing only a small dress, and was completely unaware that her image at the moment was somewhat inappropriate.

Yang Yuan was lying on the small bed in the 'lower room'. He looked up and saw Belle, wearing a moon-white dress, standing beside his couch, holding a candle in her hands.

Yang Yuan...didn’t see her face.

The candlelight shone through the fine silk dress, illuminating the beautiful outlines of the mountains and rivers.

The floating clouds are not as tall as this mountain, and the mountain mist is so dark that it makes you dizzy!
This is probably a true portrayal of her at this moment.

Yang Yuan asked cautiously: "Beier, what's wrong with you? Are you feeling unwell?"

Yang Yuan's voice was very soft, for fear of scaring Belle.

Seeing her like this, Yang Yuan suspected...could she be sleepwalking?

(End of this chapter)