A generation of soldiers begins with Feng Yuxiu traveling through time and space with Xu Sanduo

The tungsten filament lamp emitted a warm light, which shone on Dan Ying's firm body.

Sweat stains, left from the pain, still lingered on it, shimmering slightly.

Dan Ying's body stiffened by the bedside. Feng Yuxiu's palm pressed against her buttocks through the thin fabric, and the warmth transmitted through her skin.

Those hands, rough and strong, calloused from years of martial arts training, were now pressing on her most painful spot with unusual gentleness.

"Does the wound hurt?" Feng Yuxiu's voice was low.

Shan Ying bit her lower lip, shook her head, and then nodded.

She herself couldn't tell whether the bruises hurt or not.

The stinging sensation on his skin was real, but when his hand touched the wound, the stinging sensation became less unbearable and was instead mixed with an indescribable tingling sensation.

Feng Yuxiu's fingers began to move slowly, starting from the edge of the most bruised area on her buttocks, massaging with extremely gentle force.

Dan Ying unconsciously tensed up, her breathing becoming rapid due to the stinging pain.

"Relax, otherwise the bruises will get worse."

His voice was like a command, and Shan Ying found herself actually doing it, her body gradually going limp.

The room was so quiet that only the sound of the tungsten filament flickering could be heard.

Feng Yuxiu's palm completely covered her wound, and he began to press and knead it rhythmically.

Each press perfectly avoided the most painful center, yet hovered on the edge of pain, intertwining the pain with a strange sense of comfort.

Dan Ying felt her cheeks burning hot, and she could imagine that her whole face must be incredibly red at that moment.

Worse still, she found that she didn't hate the feeling.

The fear and pain of last night were still fresh in her memory, but at this moment, Feng Yuxiu's touch felt like a redemption, a ritual that freed her from the pain.

“Turn around,” Feng Yuxiu said.

Dan Ying hesitated for a moment, then slowly turned around to face him.

Her gaze was lowered, not daring to look him in the eye. She could only see his hands, with their distinct knuckles, placed on either side of her thighs, just inches away from her skin.

Feng Yuxiu raised a hand and gently lifted her chin, forcing her to raise her head.

Shan Ying finally met his eyes, eyes that were unfathomable, gazing at her with an emotion she couldn't understand.

“You are afraid,” he stated, not questioning.

Dan Ying wanted to deny it, but found herself unable to speak.

Yes, she was afraid, but not afraid that he would hurt her, but afraid of her own reaction to him.

She was afraid that she would be attracted to someone who had just punished her, afraid of the unfamiliar heat flowing through her body, afraid that she was actually anticipating his next move.

"I..." She had just opened her mouth when Feng Yuxiu pressed his thumb to her lips, stopping her from continuing.

His thumb gently caressed her lower lip, the rough touch sending a shiver down Shan Ying's spine.

She could smell the faint scent of medicinal oil on his hands, mixed with his unique masculine aroma, creating a highly aggressive scent that completely enveloped her.

"Have you learned your lesson from last night?" Feng Yuxiu asked, his voice devoid of emotion.

Dan Ying nodded, the movement so subtle it was almost imperceptible.

“Speak,” he commanded.

"I've got it." Shan Ying's voice was barely audible.

Feng Yuxiu seemed dissatisfied with the answer. He leaned closer until his breath was directly on her face. "Louder."

“I remember!” Shan Ying said, raising her voice, then felt ashamed of her compliance.

Feng Yuxiu's lips seemed to curve up slightly, but the curve was so small that Shan Ying almost thought she was seeing things.

His hand slid from her chin to the side of her neck, his thumb gently pressing on her throbbing pulse.

“Your heart is beating very fast,” he said.

Dan Ying couldn't refute it; her heart was indeed pounding wildly in her chest, almost as if it would jump out.

She could feel her pulse pounding violently under his fingertips, like a captured bird struggling in vain.

Feng Yuxiu's hand continued downwards, sliding over her collarbone and stopping at the first button of her shirt.

Dan Ying held her breath, unsure of what he was going to do next.

She should resist, she should push him away, she should loudly rebuke his rude behavior.

But her body betrayed her, sitting there motionless, even leaning slightly forward, as if inviting him to continue.

The button was undone.

Then the second one.

The third one.

Dan Ying's shirt was open, revealing a white vest and her wheat-colored skin underneath.

Her breathing became more and more rapid, and the rise and fall of her chest became more and more obvious.

Feng Yuxiu's gaze fell on her, making her tremble as if touched.

"Are you cold?" he asked, his fingers gently tracing her bare collarbone.

Dan Ying shook her head. In fact, she wasn't cold at all; on the contrary, she felt like she was about to catch a fire.

The warm current rising from her navel had spread to her limbs and bones, leaving her in a slightly tipsy state.

Feng Yuxiu pressed his palm against her bruise, and Shan Ying gasped sharply.

His hands were large, almost covering her entire stomach, and the warmth seeped through her thin vest, soothing her taut muscles.

"Does it still hurt here?" he asked, referring to the spasms in her navel muscles from the tension she had experienced during the punishment the previous night.

Dan Ying shook her head, then nodded, and finally said softly, "A little."

Feng Yuxiu began to draw circles on her bruises with his hand, his movements slow but firm.

Dan Ying closed her eyes, trying to resist the increasingly intense ambiguous atmosphere, but shutting down her vision only made her other senses more acute.

She could clearly feel every line on his palm, every change in the pressure of his presses, and even the occasional slight tremor in his fingers.

If that wasn't her imagination.

"Open your eyes," Feng Yuxiu said.

Dan Ying obediently opened her eyes and found that he had gotten very close to her at some point, so close that she could see her reflection in his pupils.

A woman with flushed cheeks and dazed eyes, a version of herself she could hardly recognize.

“Look at me,” he said. “I want you to remember this moment.”

Shan Ying didn't understand what he wanted her to remember, but she was indeed looking at him intently, as if he were the only person left in the world.

Time seemed to freeze at that moment, and everything in the room became blurry, except for Feng Yuxiu's presence, which was clear and real.

His hand slid from her bruises to her waist, and with a gentle pull, he drew her closer.

Dan Ying lost her balance and instinctively reached out to grab his arm to steady herself.

Her fingers dug into the muscles of his strong forearm, and she could feel the power beneath.

"Are you afraid of me?" Feng Yuxiu asked again, but this time his tone was different, with a hint of emotion that Shan Ying couldn't decipher.

"I'm afraid," Shan Ying answered honestly, "but it's more than just fear."

"What else?"

Shan Ying opened her mouth, but couldn't say a word.

what else?
There's also the feeling of a racing heart, a feverish body, a contradictory mix of wanting to get closer yet also wanting to escape, and a strange sense of satisfaction from being conquered.

But she couldn't bring herself to say it; these feelings were too shameful, too contrary to her self-perception.

Feng Yuxiu didn't seem to expect her answer. He lowered his head and gently pressed his forehead against hers.

This intimate gesture almost made Shan Ying stop breathing.

She could feel his warm breath brushing against her face, smell his even clearer scent, and feel the heat emanating from his body completely enveloping her.

"Last night..." he began, his voice unusually low, "What were you thinking after I left?"

Dan Ying hadn't expected him to ask that question. She paused for a few seconds before whispering, "I'm wondering... did I do something wrong?" "Anything else?"

I'm wondering... if you'll come back.

Upon uttering those words, Shan Ying felt utterly exposed.

She not only longed for his return while in pain, but also yearned for him deep in her heart, longing for him to touch her like he was now, longing for this contradictory and complex intimacy.

Feng Yuxiu fell silent, his breath spraying onto her face, the rhythm seemingly quickening slightly.

Dan Ying wasn't sure if it was just her imagination, but she felt the pressure of his forehead against hers increase slightly.

“If I hadn’t come back last night,” he said slowly, “what would you have done today?”

After thinking for a while, Shan Ying honestly said, "I don't know. Maybe I'll leave, maybe I'll wait for you."

"What are you waiting for me to do?"

"Waiting for you..." Shan Ying's voice trailed off, "waiting for you to give me another chance."

These words caused Feng Yuxiu's body to stiffen noticeably.

Dan Ying could feel the tension in his arm muscles and the brief pause in his breathing.

She didn't understand what she had said wrong, or perhaps what she had said right, but she didn't dare ask; she just waited.

After a long while, Feng Yuxiu raised his head and increased the distance between the two.

Shan Ying suddenly felt a sense of emptiness, as if she had lost something important.

But his hand remained on her waist, maintaining that possessive posture.

“Turn around,” he said again, his voice regaining its previous commanding tone.

Dan Ying obediently turned around, her back to him.

This position made her more vulnerable and exposed, but she found herself deriving a strange sense of security from it.

Since she can't control her reactions to him, she might as well let him control them completely.

Feng Yuxiu's hand returned to her large buttocks, but this time it was not a gentle caress, but a more forceful press and kneading.

The pain struck again, but Shan Ying gritted her teeth and remained silent.

She could feel that he was treating the most bruised and painful areas with precise and professional force.

"If it hurts, just yell out," he said.

Dan Ying shook her head and stubbornly remained silent.

She didn't want to appear too weak in front of him, and she didn't want to completely lose her last bit of dignity.

Feng Yuxiu seemed to sense her thoughts, and his movements became even more forceful, directly targeting the core of her pain.

Shan Ying finally couldn't help but let out a suppressed sob, her body involuntarily wanting to move forward and escape.

But his other hand pressed firmly against her waist, holding her in place.

“I told you, if it hurts, just yell out.”

This time, Shan Ying did not resist.

When the next wave of even more intense pain hit, she let herself cry out, her voice a mixture of agony and an indescribable sense of release.

Feng Yuxiu's movements changed in response to her cries, evolving from simple pressing to more complex massage techniques.

The pain began to subside, replaced by a deep sense of relief, as if he were expelling the accumulated pain from her body.

Dan Ying's breathing gradually calmed down, her body completely relaxed, and she leaned softly against him.

She could feel her back pressed against his strong chest, and she could feel his steady heartbeat transmitted through the thin fabric of her clothes.

After an unknown amount of time, Feng Yuxiu finally stopped. His hand remained on her buttocks, sitting there quietly without moving.

Dan Ying was almost asleep; the huge transition from excruciating pain to comfort had left her physically and mentally exhausted.

"Alright," he said, his voice carrying a gentleness that Shan Ying had never heard before.

Dan Ying tried to turn around, but he gently pressed down on her shoulder. "Don't move, just stay here for a while."

So she just sat there, her back to him, letting his hands rest on her body.

The room fell silent again, but this time the silence was not unsettling; instead, it was filled with a kind of indescribable intimacy.

Shan Ying felt Feng Yuxiu's fingers gently brush across her back, moving up her spine and finally stopping at the back of her neck.

His thumbs pressed on both sides of his neck, gently kneading the tense muscles there.

“You’re too nervous,” he said.

Shan Ying wanted to say that she couldn't help but be nervous, but she swallowed the words back.

In reality, she wasn't as nervous as she had imagined. Instead, she felt a strange sense of calm, as if she were floating in warm water, letting the current carry her wherever it took her.

Feng Yuxiu's hand slid from the back of her neck to her shoulder and began to massage her stiff shoulder muscles.

His strength was just right, neither too light to seem perfunctory, nor too heavy to cause pain.

Dan Ying unconsciously let out a satisfied sigh and leaned closer to him, relaxing her body even more.

"Is this comfortable?" he asked, his voice close to her ear.

Dan Ying nodded, then realized he might not be able to see, and whispered, "Comfortable."

"That's good."

His massage lasted a long time, from the shoulders to the arms and back to the back.

Dan Ying felt like a piece of dough being carefully kneaded, becoming soft and compliant in his hands.

All resistance vanished, all shame blurred, leaving only the sensory experience of the moment and the increasingly intense ambiguous atmosphere.

When his hand finally stopped, Shan Ying almost felt lost.

She wanted him to continue, wanted this intimate contact to never end.

Feng Yuxiu seemed to sense her thoughts. His hand did not leave, but returned to her waist, wrapping around her in an almost embracing manner.

Dan Ying could feel his chin resting gently on the top of her head, and she could feel his chest rising and falling with his breath.

"Shan Ying." He called her by her full name for the first time, his voice low and earnest.

"Hmm?" Shan Ying responded, her voice languid with sleepiness.

“Remember this feeling,” he said. “Remember the feeling when you completely relinquish control.”

Shan Ying didn't understand why he wanted her to say that, but she did remember it. She remembered the feeling of her body being alternately occupied by pain and comfort, the feeling of her heart pounding like a drum, the trembling when he touched her, and the contradictory yet intense attraction.

"Why?" she couldn't help but ask.

Feng Yuxiu remained silent for a long time, so long that Shan Ying thought he wouldn't answer.

Just as she was about to give up asking, he spoke, his voice so soft it was almost inaudible:

"Because it's the only way."

Shan Ying didn't understand the meaning of those words, but she didn't press the matter further.

Some answers need time to reveal, and some feelings need to be experienced to understand.

At that moment, she simply closed her eyes, allowing herself to fully immerse herself in the feeling.

Feng Yuxiu gently placed Shan Ying on the bed, then took a few steps back and stared at her.

Dan Ying sat up listlessly, staring blankly at Feng Yuxiu, her eyes filled with longing.

That's all for today. There are three courses of treatment in total. We'll continue tomorrow night.

"you……"

Feng Yuxiu interrupted Shan Ying, "Remember, you must obey, otherwise... I won't come again."

The door opened, and Feng Yuxiu disappeared into the night.

What he wanted was never Dan Ying's ketone body, but to make Xiahou Wu make a mistake.

He kept making mistakes... mistakes that the entire martial arts world could not forgive, mistakes that the entire society could not forgive.

At that time, he will make Xiahou Wu experience the pain he felt in his previous life when he was driven to the brink of despair. (End of Chapter)