Chapter 650 — I Can't Help You

As for whether Qiu Lingshan was in any danger, there was nothing Wei Zhao could do about it. She was not Tang Zhi, not his girlfriend, and he had no other way to help her. Besides, Tang Zhi could expel the drug from her body through massage—partly because the dose she had taken was smaller than Qiu Lingshan's, so her reaction had not been as violent, and a bit of rubbing and kneading had settled it quickly. Qiu Lingshan's case, however, was rather more serious; it would not be fixed in a moment or two, and Wei Zhao had no mind to waste time here.

"No! I feel like the qi inside me is about to explode—I can't stand it, help me, please, Wei Zhao..." Qiu Lingshan could already tell something was badly wrong. The internal cultivation method she usually practiced leaned toward the yin and the soft; this aphrodisiac seemed to clash with her art, or rather, it had instantly stirred the true qi in her body into resonance. Qiu Lingshan felt that if she did not release it soon, she might burst apart and die at any moment!

"The qi is about to explode?" Wei Zhao had not expected the aphrodisiac to have such a side effect. He had never taken such a drug, and Tang Zhi was an ordinary person, so naturally she could not have shown Qiu Lingshan's present condition. Could Qiu Lingshan's violent reaction be because she was a cultivator?

"Mm, mm, hurry and help the brain-dead girl... I'm begging you..." Qiu Lingshan was on the verge of tears. Humiliating as it was to beg Wei Zhao like this, it beat dying! In that moment, Qiu Lingshan was thoroughly coming apart.

"Then take care of it yourself with your hand. I'll go keep the door for you." Wei Zhao shrugged helplessly and, catching Qiu Lingshan off guard, peeled her off himself.

Seeing that Wei Zhao would not help, Qiu Lingshan was both ashamed and furious. Was she so unattractive? He did not even have the slightest interest in touching her?

In fact, Qiu Lingshan did him an injustice. It would be a lie to say Wei Zhao felt nothing for her, but feeling something was one thing and acting on it another. Wei Zhao's self-control was strong; if he had wanted a one-night stand, he had had plenty of chances. But he rather disliked fleshly contact without any foundation of feeling, and so he had pushed Qiu Lingshan away.

Of course, if one day this brain-dead girl wanted to be his girlfriend, Wei Zhao would not mind pushing her down.

When Qiu Lingshan saw Wei Zhao actually turn and walk toward the dungeon door, she was so angry she wanted to curse him. She had made herself plain enough—she was one step short of saying outright, "Please come and do me!"—and yet Wei Zhao had ignored her!

Fine. Qiu Lingshan was a little desperate. Better to rely on herself than on heaven or earth—she would just DIY it... She had never done it before, but with a bit of fumbling, and given her intelligence and cleverness, she ought to be able to manage!

And so, in a state of shame and indignation, Qiu Lingshan finally took the brave first step. She very much did not want to do such a thing in front of Wei Zhao, but thinking of her situation—and of where she was, the headquarters of the kidney-harvesting ring—if she kept dithering, someone would barge in soon enough, and then she might as well be dead!

As for Wei Zhao, so what? Her reputation was already ruined in his hands anyway. Word had already spread through the police station that she was Wei Zhao's girlfriend, and that she had already done that sort of thing to him in the hospital. What was left to worry about?

She had already done her share of coquettish pouting and coy little-girl acts in front of him. Might as well smash the cracked pot—once you have enough lice, you stop itching...

Qiu Lingshan began to comfort herself. She knew the reasoning was a bit of a stretch, but another voice in her head instantly gained the upper hand, urging her to hurry on to the next step...

Only, some things cannot be achieved merely because you want them. The more anxious Qiu Lingshan grew, the less she felt. In this sort of business, mental cooperation was often the most important thing—but at this moment her mind was full of the criminal gang and the fact that she was trapped in the enemy's lair. How could Qiu Lingshan possibly concentrate on a single thing?

And besides, to do this sort of thing, one needed someone to fantasize about, didn't one? Who was she supposed to fantasize about? A movie star? A martial arts champion?

Qiu Lingshan's gaze suddenly fell on Wei Zhao. His figure, not especially tall to begin with, now seemed utterly magnetic, and Qiu Lingshan's eyes could no longer look away... Her breathing slowly quickened, her gaze turned wild, and at the final instant before the eruption, Qiu Lingshan cried out uncontrollably: "Ah, Wei Zhao, harder—"

"Huh?" Wei Zhao, keeping watch at the door, was startled by Qiu Lingshan's cry. She... surely had not taken him as the object of her fantasies?

After the frenzy, Qiu Lingshan lay on the ground, eyes somewhat unfocused, gasping for breath. She had not expected her "first time" to be completed under such circumstances! She hardly dared look at Wei Zhao. This time she truly had no face left to show anyone—at the final moment she had uncontrollably cried out Wei Zhao's name. How was she supposed to live this down?

"Done?" Wei Zhao turned and walked over, only to find that Qiu Lingshan had not yet pulled up her trousers, nor hooked her bra back, and was simply lying there on the ground in a manner that invited slaughter. Wei Zhao stirred a little.

Wei Zhao averted his gaze unnaturally and made himself think of none of it. Still, he had to admit that Qiu Lingshan's figure was truly fine—really hot! Full where it should be full, curved where it should curve. A woman who practiced martial arts was indeed something different.

Seeing Wei Zhao approach, Qiu Lingshan hurriedly tried to get up and dress, but she had no strength left. Her whole body felt as if it were about to fall apart; she could not move at all, and her entire being was unbearably languid!

Yet he had to admit that the sensation in that instant had been truly wonderful—especially the moment she cried out Wei Zhao's name, when Qiu Lingshan felt as if her whole body were about to take flight. The true qi and the desire inside her had discharged at the same time, leaving her floating and indescribably light.

Then she thought of how Wei Zhao had already seen her before, and how she had now done such a shameful thing right in front of him. All at once she let it go. So what? What woman had not been seen by a man? Sooner or later there was always such a day—what did it matter?

"I'm done. Give me a hand, I can't get up." Qiu Lingshan held out her hand lazily, and seeing Wei Zhao frown, she said softly again: "Good man, hurry and help the brain-dead girl, oh—I'm so tired!"