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A triumphant grin spread across Wang Li\'s face. He leaned down, his lips brushing hers in a teasing kiss. "As you wish, my love," he whispered, his voice thick with anticipation.

Meanwhile, oblivious to the passionate scene unfolding within the infirmary, the young maid hurried towards Xia Bingling\'s chambers. Bursting through the door, she announced breathlessly, "Matriarch! Master Wang… he\'s awake!"

However, before she could launch into a detailed explanation of the state that she found them in, Xia Bingling cut her off. "Thank you, little Nu," she said, her voice betraying a hint of amusement. "I know. I can sense Li\'s aura strengthening."

Xia Bingling had been meticulously cultivating her newfound connection to the world since her ascension to Soul Integration Realm. It allowed her to perceive subtle fluctuations in spiritual energy, and Wang Li\'s recovery was like a beacon to her senses.

Before the maid could stammer any further, Xia Bingling brushed past her, a determined glint in her eyes. "Prepare a celebratory feast," she commanded. "Wang Li deserves a grand welcome back to the land of the living."

A knowing smile spread across the maid\'s face. She curtseyed deeply. "Of course, Matriarch."

Meanwhile, back in the infirmary, Xia Bingling reached the door, her hand instinctively reaching for the knob. However, before she could push it open, the sounds emanating from within caused her cheeks to flush crimson.

The unmistakable sounds of moans and passionate whispers left no doubt about the activities unfolding inside. Xia Bingling stumbled back, a mixture of amusement and shock battling within her.

Without a pause, she flung open the infirmary door, her eyes landing on a sight that made her cheeks burn. Wang Li lay sprawled on top of Xia Qingwu, their bodies tangled in a passionate embrace.

A strangled gasp escaped Xia Qingwu\'s lips. Xia Bingling\'s cheeks turned the color of a ripe sunset, and for a moment, the only sound in the room was the frantic beating of their hearts.

Seeing her mother, Xia Qingwu was about to blurt out an apology, but Xia Bingling beat her to it. With a single, hurried gesture, she slammed the door shut and disappeared down the hallway, leaving her daughter and Wang Li speechless.

The silence in the room was heavy with both shock and a newfound awareness. Wang Li, slowly registering the situation, broke into a nervous chuckle.

"Well," he drawled, a playful glint in his eyes, "that was unexpected."

Xia Qingwu, her blush deepening, finally found her voice. "Mother!" she exclaimed, her voice a mix of exasperation and relief.

The air crackled with a tension that transcended embarrassment. Wang Li, a sly grin plastered on his face, leaned in, his warm breath tickling Xia Qingwu\'s ear. "Well, Qingwu," he murmured, his voice husky with desire, "perhaps your mother\'s hasty departure can be interpreted as a sign of… encouragement."

Xia Qingwu\'s cheeks burned with a mixture of heat and amusement. "Li," she countered playfully, "I wouldn\'t push your luck just yet." However, the way her eyes fluttered shut as his hand drifted down her arm, sending shivers down her spine, betrayed her playful tone.

Their gazes locked, a silent conversation passing between them. In that moment, there were no expectations, no societal pressures – only a raw, unadulterated desire for each other.

With a tender kiss, filled with a promise of passion, Wang Li began to explore her body. His touch was a light caress, a whisper against her skin, sending tendrils of heat coiling through her. Each touch sent shivers down her spine, a delicious anticipation building within her.

His movements grew bolder, more deliberate. Clothes became a hindrance, discarded in a flurry of whispered promises and stolen kisses. Their bodies met in a perfect union, a symphony of moans and gasps filling the air.

But their passionate encounter was more than mere physical pleasure. As they moved in unison, a deep connection resonated between them. Wang Li, fueled by the intensity of their connection, felt a surge of energy course through him. It was his Yin Yang Cultivation Ability, awakened and amplified by the raw emotions swirling around them.

This wasn\'t just a physical act; it was a dance of energy, a melding of their very essence. With each thrust, with each gasp, the Yin and Yang energies within Wang Li intertwined, harmonizing into a powerful force. This potent energy coursed through his body, seeking its destination.

Unbeknownst to him, the Yin Yang energy, fueled by the intensity of their connection, identified his damaged tissues as the point of imbalance. It surged towards those areas, repairing the torn muscles, mending shattered bones, and cleansing the residual lightning energy from his system.

The process was exhilarating, a rush of warmth and restoration washing over Wang Li. With each movement, he felt his injuries retreating, replaced by a sense of renewed vitality. By the time the final tremor of their passion subsided, leaving them breathless and tangled in each other\'s arms, Wang Li was completely healed.

The sun, once high in the sky, had now dipped below the horizon, painting the room in hues of orange and gold. As they lay there, entwined in the afterglow of their lovemaking, a realization dawned on Wang Li. He was completely healed, his body brimming with strength and energy. But Xia Qingwu, who had tirelessly matched his passion for hours, was completely drained.

Her eyelids drooped with fatigue, her usually vibrant glow dimmed. Yet, a contented smile graced her lips as she looked up at him. "I think," she murmured, her voice a husky whisper, "I won\'t be able to move for a week."

Wang Li chuckled softly, brushing a stray lock of hair from her forehead. "Don\'t worry, my love," he said, his voice filled with tenderness. "I\'ll pamper you. You deserve a long rest."

He gently pulled the covers over them, holding her close. The infirmary, once filled with the sounds of their passionate encounter, now reverberated with the soft rhythm of their breathing. Outside, the world continued its course, oblivious to the events that had transpired within those walls.

A gentle sigh escaped Xia Qingwu\'s lips as she drifted off to sleep, a contented smile gracing her face. The remnants of their passionate encounter lingered in the air.

Wang Li watched her for a moment longer, his heart brimming with tenderness and gratitude. He owed his recovery entirely to her, her love and unwavering support pushing him through the most arduous ordeal.

But sleep eluded him. The events of the day replayed in his mind, particularly the way his mother-in-law, Xia Bingling, had stormed out of the infirmary. A mischievous glint flashed in his eyes. Perhaps, he mused, this unexpected turn of events presented a unique opportunity.

With a quiet chuckle, Wang Li tiptoed out of bed. He meticulously checked on Xia Qingwu, ensuring she was fast asleep and wouldn\'t be disturbed. Satisfied, he activated a movement technique, his form dissolving into a blur as he slipped out of the infirmary window.

Wang Li was no stranger to the Xia Family mansion. He navigated the familiar corridors with practiced ease, his movements silent and swift. Reaching Xia Bingling\'s chamber, he paused for a moment, his heart pounding with a mixture of excitement and trepidation.

A single, agile leap brought him through the window.

The room was bathed in a soft, ethereal glow emanating from a lamp shaped like a blooming lotus flower.

The room was bathed in a soft moonlight filtering through the window. It illuminated Xia Bingling, her form draped in a white silk nightgown that clung to her curves in a way that sent a jolt of desire through him. Her long blonde hair cascaded across the pillow, and her purple eyes, usually sharp and alert, were closed in peaceful slumber. The sight of her sent a jolt of desire sizzling through him.

With a wolfish grin playing on his lips, Wang Li inched closer. Her beauty took his breath away even in her sleep. She was not just powerful, but mature and alluring in a way that Qingwu hadn\'t yet fully blossomed into.

Reaching out, he trailed a finger down her arm, the cool silk sending shivers down his spine. His touch, light at first, sent a tremor through her, snapping her eyes open.

A flicker of surprise quickly melted into a knowing smile. "Li," she murmured, her voice husky with sleep. "You certainly seem to have recovered quickly."

"Indeed," he replied, his voice a low rumble. "Thanks to a… stimulating session with your daughter."

A playful glint danced in her eyes. "Really now? And here I thought you might be a tad exhausted after such a marathon."

He leaned closer, his lips brushing against her ear. "Exhausted from Qingwu, perhaps," he teased, "but never from you, Bingling."

A chuckle escaped her lips, and she reached up, her fingers tracing the contours of his face. "You are a bold one, Li," she purred. "Coming straight to my chamber after such a… public display."

He shrugged, a devilish glint in his eyes. "Why dwell on the past," he countered, "when we can create a new, more exciting present?"

"Exciting, you say?" she raised an eyebrow, a playful challenge in her gaze.

"Indeed," he confirmed, his hand dipping beneath the nightgown, sending a gasp escaping her lips. "And rough, if that\'s what you desire."

He wasn\'t wrong. A spark flickered in her eyes, a wildness he rarely saw during their clandestine encounters. Her lips curved into a predatory smile. "Li," she breathed, her voice laced with a dangerous edge, "by all means, don\'t show me any mercy."

A triumphant grin split his face. And tonight, he would be her dominant conqueror.

With a growl that echoed through the room, he devoured her with a kiss, his intentions clear and undeniable. Xia Bingling met his ardor with equal fervor, their desires igniting a fire that threatened to consume them both. As the night wore on, the air crackled with unspoken words and raw passion, a secret melody played out in the confines of her chamber.