Chapter 38

After a while of roughhousing, the mother and daughter in the room finally quieted down.

The beautiful woman lay on the bed, panting softly. The snow-white bath towel that had been wrapped around her body had long since fallen off, revealing her milk-white, smooth and beautiful figure. The charm of mature women lies in their well-proportioned and plump beauty, something that young girls can never match. After resting for a moment, Haomengmeng, like a little piglet, grunted and snorted as she snuggled up to the beautiful woman, clinging to her like an octopus.

"What's wrong? Haven't you had enough fun yet?" The beautiful woman, also panting, saw her daughter clinging to her back and turned to pat her hand, scolding her.

"Nope! Mommy?" The girl giggled, burying her small head in the beautiful woman's neck, rubbing affectionately and cooing, "I was just playing with you."

After saying that, she stealthily extended her small hand, grasping the soft, full, and white breasts on her mother's chest, squeezing them up and down. Feeling that the texture was excellent, she held one in each hand.

The beautiful woman trembled all over from this sudden attack, her delicate face flushed, and her breathing quickened. She hurriedly pushed away her mischievous little hand and gave her a hard tap on the head, truly looking a bit angry, "Haomengmeng!"

"If you keep being naughty, I won't be gentle with you anymore."

The girl giggled, "Alright, alright. I know I was wrong. I was just comparing sizes."

"By the way, Mommy's are much bigger than mine!"

Although she admitted her mistake verbally, her attitude showed no sign of remorse. Instead, she lifted her white T-shirt, revealing her small, pigeon-like breasts and comparing them with the beautiful woman's. The girl's body was just beginning to develop, with much room for growth. The small, unexplored breasts had only a tiny red dot, naturally much smaller and more delicate than those of a woman who had given birth.

"Brat! Always so wild and crazy!" The beautiful woman, unable to argue with her, turned away and pulled a blanket over herself, feeling a bit wronged.

The daughter is growing up, and it's getting harder to manage her.

Especially during adolescence, rebellious emotions often clash with her, lacking the tender and obedient demeanor of her younger self. It was only then that she finally understood why her own mother had been so helpless back then.

"Um, Mommy, I was wrong!" Haomengmeng, looking obedient, poked her head under the beautiful woman's armpit, peeking out and saying, "I was just a bit excited! Besides, seeing a master practicing swordsmanship so close to home in the middle of the night, wouldn't you feel excited too? Just like in the TV shows!"

"What's so exciting about it? It's precisely because there are so many people like you who make a fuss that people choose to practice at night." The beautiful woman wasn't really angry, pulling her daughter into her arms and holding her gently, "This is the 21st century. What's wrong with having a bit of an old-fashioned interest?"

"Because there are so many people like you who make a fuss, I have to avoid you and practice at night."

The girl thought for a moment and nodded, "Yeah, Mommy makes sense."

"Then I won't bother him."

The beautiful woman smiled slightly, saying slowly, "That's a good girl. This is just his hobby, not some TV show's ultimate master. You need to treat it with a normal heart."

In the 21st century, it's natural to be surprised at first, but the beautiful woman was also quite shocked at first. However, after a while, it didn't seem like much.

It's just someone's hobby!

"But?" The girl poked her head out again, one small hand stealthily covering the beautiful woman's soft, full breasts, asking, "Mommy? Why do I feel that his swordsmanship looks very powerful?"

The beautiful woman didn't push her hand away this time but said softly, "Maybe he's not practicing those showy moves? When he practices, the cold light radiates, and even from a distance, it looks very powerful. It's probably the kind of practical swordsmanship used on ancient battlefields!"

The girl sighed in surprise, "Battlefield? So it's the kind of swordsmanship used by generals? No wonder it's so powerful!"

"Unfortunately, it's the 21st century. No matter how well you practice swordsmanship, it's useless now. It can only be a hobby." The beautiful woman's face showed a gentle smile as she stroked the girl's head, saying softly, "Go to sleep early. We need to go and handle your transfer tomorrow."

"Okay. Goodnight, Mommy." The girl lifted her head and kissed the beautiful woman's cheek, then closed her eyes, resting her head on her arm.

Her small hand still rested on the beautiful woman's full, white breasts, but this time it didn't move around, just stayed there obediently. The beautiful woman sighed lightly, wanting to move the girl's hand, but ultimately gave up. She knew that even if she moved it, it would be back by morning.

Her husband had passed away early, and the two of them were both a bit timid, always sleeping together.

But she didn't expect that as her daughter grew older, she would unconsciously develop such a habit. This was something that usually only boys would do when they were young, but somehow her daughter had picked it up. Now, her daughter was very clingy, and several times she had tried to make her sleep alone, but in the end, she herself was too timid and would sneak into her daughter's room at night, saying, "I'm afraid you'll be scared sleeping alone."

This habit wasn't a big issue, but she was a bit worried that her daughter, who only played with girls and ignored boys, might have some lesbian tendencies. After all, being single and lonely for so long, she had once, in an accidental encounter, engaged in such a ridiculous act with another woman!

Even now, thinking about it made her blush and her heart race!

"Maybe she just hasn't met a boy she likes yet?" The beautiful woman thought, feeling much more relieved.

But for some reason, she couldn't help but think of that woman with whom she had shared a night of passion. Her beauty was so captivating that even she was moved, especially her beautiful phoenix eyes, which seemed to draw you in when slightly narrowed.

Of course, there were also her nimble fingers and tongue...

...

"Ha!"

After a fierce slash, Zhao Futu retracted his move, then stood still with the sword behind his back for a moment, waiting for his breathing to calm down before preparing to return.

His physical strength had improved a lot, and practicing swordsmanship with the breathing techniques from alchemy, he managed to practice until midnight before feeling a bit exhausted. Those who know how to regulate their breathing have much better endurance, whether in martial arts, running, or intimate activities.

Regulating one's breathing is just the beginning of alchemy.

He picked up a cloth to wipe the sweat from his body, then wrapped the sword again, ran to the wall, and with a leap, grabbed the top and jumped over the high wall back into his neighborhood.

After returning to his room, he washed up, sat in meditation for two hours as usual, and then went to sleep.

Relying solely on meditation to replace sleep is not feasible. While meditation can restore energy, appropriate sleep is even more effective.

However, the sleep time of alchemy practitioners is shorter, and the quality is higher than that of ordinary people. Generally, reaching the state of a complete cycle, one only needs to sleep four to five hours a day. For martial artists, with sufficient qi and blood circulation, if they know some basic breathing techniques, they can automatically achieve this level. This is different from the concept of unblocking meridians in many stories, where the entry point of alchemy is to unblock the Ren and Du meridians, and the twelve main meridians in the human body are already all connected. Alchemy is just a further development process.

If there is any blockage, according to traditional Chinese medicine, it means you are already sick.

"Pain indicates blockage, and no pain indicates no blockage" is exactly this!

...

The following days were simple. Occasionally, he would visit Aunt Lan, help with some tasks in the store, and organize some documents.

The rest of Zhao Futu's time was spent looking up information, watching movies, and practicing swordsmanship in the neighboring villa area at night. The security guards there were very lazy, and Zhao Futu had not encountered a single one. No one came to disturb him, and he felt very free!

However, he did not notice that every night, a mother and daughter in a villa nearby would watch him practice swordsmanship before going to bed.

This made them feel more at ease.

"Having such a great master living nearby, we definitely don't have to worry about burglars or petty thieves," both the mother and daughter thought.

Thus,

The days passed leisurely, one by one, until seven days later, Zhao Futu received a notification from the Nightmare Space.

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(P.S.: The first volume is complete. I hope you can give me your recommendations, donations, and favorites.

I want to write about an ordinary person with a very normal mindset. He needs money, but he won't go out and fight just because he gained abilities from the space. He has his own little life and does what he wants. As long as no one bothers him, he is very law-abiding. He won't recklessly vent in reality because of the possible death in the space. He can distinguish himself and knows how to restrain himself.

Yes, the second volume is a slightly more intense battlefield space.)

{Piaotian Literature}