Wang Qiang woke up before dawn.
I reached out and touched the side. It was still warm, but the person was gone.
The woman's fragrance still lingered on the pillow.
Wang Qiang looked at the roof. Let's just consider this a beautiful encounter.
It was still very dark outside.
Recalling last night, it was a pleasant memory.
I checked the time; it was only a little past 3 a.m.
Wang Qiang calmed himself down and began practicing his internal energy cultivation technique.
They were dumbfounded.
The true energy that had originally condensed into a small ball of light in the dantian has now grown larger.
Wang Qiang focused his attention.
Good heavens, it's more than doubled in size. Could it be that I accidentally used dual cultivation last night?
If that's the case, Feng Jinhua's potential is no less than Qin Jingru's.
The ball of light was now the size of an egg. It darted left and right within Wang Qiang's dantian, seemingly searching for a way out.
Startled, he quickly held his breath and focused his mind, channeling his inner energy to guide the small ball through his meridians, circulating it throughout his body. But this time was different from before.
When the energy flowed to the Stomach Meridian of Foot Yangming, it encountered something like fire—a small ball of true energy. This energy, propelling the fire, spread throughout Wang Qiang's entire body.
It then engulfed the ball of fire. What was originally just a glowing sphere had now transformed into a ball of flame.
Wang Qiang channeled this flame into the Hand Shaoyin Heart Meridian and concentrated it in his palm.
Sweat trickled down his forehead. In the darkness, he saw flames suddenly appearing in his palms.
The flame, though originating from the palm, lingered on the palm, seemingly without roots yet also rooted.
The flame started out as small as a soybean, but as Wang Qiang continued to gather his inner energy in his palms, the flame grew larger and larger, eventually becoming the size of a quail egg.
"Fire Cloud Palm?"
Wang Qiang thought to himself, "Is it still a fireball spell?"
He imagined the flames slowly coalescing, eventually transforming into a fireball that floated above Wang Qiang's palm.
Wang Qiang tried turning his palm down, but the fireball didn't fall.
Then Wang Qiang shouted at the wall in front of him, "Go!"
He flung both hands out simultaneously. Two fireballs. They hit the wall and burst into flames.
"Oh no. Is this Qin Jingdong's house?"
Wang Qiang hurriedly lifted the blanket to try and extinguish the fireball. But the fire only burned even brighter.
Seeing that the anger was escalating, Wang Qiang hurriedly went out.
They saw Qin Jingdong sleeping on a small bed in the outer room, covered with a blanket, his breath reeking of alcohol.
They looked for Feng Jinhua again, and found her in the next room. It turned out that when Feng Jinhua woke up yesterday, she was startled to find herself sleeping in Wang Qiang's arms and quickly jumped off the kang (a heated brick bed).
He hurried to the outer room and saw Qin Jingdong still sleeping on the table. He struggled to drag him to a small bed next to him, covered him with a blanket, and then went to the next room.
Feng Jinhua couldn't fall asleep for a long time, wondering what was wrong with her and how she could have done something so absurd.
Just then, Wang Qiang burst in.
"What are you doing here? We already made a mistake yesterday, don't do anything reckless."
When Wang Qiang heard this, he knew that she had misunderstood him.
"Get up quickly, there's a fire!"
Upon hearing this, Feng Jinhua looked outside and indeed saw a fire. So, disregarding the fact that Wang Qiang was right in front of her, she quickly got out of bed and put on her clothes.
Because she was only wearing a small undershirt, her fair body was exposed in the firelight, and she quickly put on a thick cotton coat.
Wang Qiang went to the outer room to wake Qin Jingdong, but he didn't expect that Qin Jingdong was sleeping like a dead dog and wouldn't wake up no matter how Wang Qiang called him.
Having no other choice, Wang Qiang had to carry him, blanket and all, outside.
Feng Jinhua had already hurriedly dressed and went outside to find water to put out the fire.
Wang Qiang saw that the water tank in the kitchen was full of water, so he lifted the entire tank and went to the room that was on fire.
They poured the hot water on it.
This slightly curbed the fire.
Seeing this, Wang Qiang thought to himself, "I started this fire, so can I take it back?"
So he raised his hands, palms facing the fire, and shouted, "Come!"
As if it truly understood, the fire split into two streams, heading straight for Wang Qiang's palm. It then entered the Hand Shaoyin Heart Meridian, passed through the meridians, and converged in his dantian, merging with the original small ball in his dantian.
However, under Wang Qiang's suppression, the fireball, originally the size of an egg, had now grown to the size of a pigeon egg. But it was brighter, radiating a golden light.
When Feng Jinhua came in, the fire had already been extinguished by Wang Qiang.
All she saw were charred walls, burnt blankets, a large water vat on the ground, and Wang Qiang standing there.
Wang Qiang's face was flushed red, as if it had been burned.
Feng Jinhua couldn't help but ask with concern, "Are you...are you alright?"
Wang Qiang had just been circulating the true qi within his compressed body.
Looking at Feng Jinhua, I saw tears on her face.
"I'm fine. I'm so sorry, I burned your house down!"
Feng Jinhua shook her head: "It's good that everyone's alright!"
Looking at the water vat on the ground, it was huge. When it was full of water, it weighed at least a thousand kilograms. Wang Qiang was able to carry the water vat. How much strength did he have?
She couldn't help but think of last night; Wang Qiang's strength was truly remarkable, something she had never experienced in over a year of marriage. She truly understood what it meant to feel ecstasy.
Feng Jinhua: "You, last night..."
Wang Qiang quickly explained, "I'm sorry, I drank too much yesterday, I really didn't mean to!"
Feng Jinhua shook her head and said, "I know, I don't blame you, really, I've never had such an experience before!"
Wang Qiang was speechless. What had he become? A tool?
Feng Jinhua continued, "When it gets light, just say that the kang (heated brick bed) was too hot and burned the quilt!"
Wang Qiang had no choice but to nod.
If Qin Jingdong found out, he'd definitely expose this national treasure: "Damn it, I invited you for drinks, and not only did you sleep with my wife, you even burned down my house..."
I checked the time and it was only a little past 3 a.m., still a long way from dawn.
Wang Qiang went outside and carried Qin Jingdong, who was still wrapped in a blanket and sleeping, back to his crib. Then he moved the large water vat back to the kitchen.
Feng Jinhua tidied up the house. The burnt quilt was obviously unusable. She saw Qin Jingdong still fast asleep, and Wang Qiang bustling around.
Seeing that it was still early before dawn, it was impossible to let Wang Qiang freeze until daybreak, especially in the early morning when the weather was coldest.
So Feng Jinhua closed the door and pulled Wang Qiang into the room where she had just been sleeping.
"You can sleep here for now. The blanket over there is unusable, and there aren't any extra blankets at home, so you'll have to make do with this for now."
Feng Jinhua spoke in a low voice, and her expression was obscured, but Wang Qiang could tell that she had made a firm decision before saying it.
Because her voice was trembling.
Seeing that Wang Qiang did not make a move, Feng Jinhua stopped talking and silently got onto the kang (a heated brick bed), crawled into the quilt, and threw her clothes out of the quilt.
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