episode_0014

Returning home after an intimate moment with his wife,

Lin Yi unexpectedly discovered that a new family had moved into the previously vacant unit next door, with several cardboard boxes piled up at the entrance.

From a partially opened flap, he could see what appeared to be high school textbooks inside.

A student?

That’s actually nice. The building had a two-households-per-floor layout.

Though having no next-door neighbor meant they could enjoy the elevator and spacious hallway all to themselves, it also made the place feel a bit lifeless. Seeing the empty house across from them every day had started to unsettle him slightly over time.

Having a neighbor across the hall meant they could look out for each other in case of emergencies.

Zhuang Yayun also noticed the textbooks in the boxes and was just about to curiously ask when—

Suddenly.

The door cracked open slightly, and a pair of beautiful eyes peered through the gap, observing the outside.

Then, the door swung open fully, revealing an extremely tall figure standing in the shadows inside.

She practically reached the top of the doorframe.

Two meters?

No—at least two meters!

Lin Yi’s eyebrows twitched. So tall!

“Hello, I’m your new neighbor,”

the woman said in a voice that was feminine yet carried a faintly chilling tone.

Her waterfall-like silky hair cascaded loosely down her back, and her exquisitely beautiful features were almost intoxicating. Her soft pink lips curled up slightly like a cat’s, carrying a hint of an elusive smile.

She wore a pink loungewear top paired with form-fitting jeans that hugged her curves perfectly. Her ample chest trembled slightly, and the curve of her waist and hips was breathtaking—her soft, round rear like a ripe peach, her fair arms as delicate and snow-white as lotus roots, not a trace of bony sharpness, not an ounce too plump or too thin.

Her towering two-meter height, reaching the doorframe, didn’t seem unnatural on her at all. Her proportions were flawlessly balanced, like some kind of extraordinary, larger-than-life succubus.

The only thing that seemed slightly off was her gaze—somewhat listless, somewhat dazed.

Zhuang Yayun stared in shock at the tall woman standing in the doorway, her lips parting slightly before she quickly snapped back to reality and introduced herself and Lin Yi.

“Ah, hello! I’m Zhuang Yayun, renting next door. This is my husband, Lin Yi.”

“My name is Li Huayu. Li as in ‘depart,’ Hua as in ‘flower,’ Yu as in ‘language,’”

Li Huayu introduced herself simply, her weary, distant eyes shifting to Lin Yi as she looked down at him.

“Hiss—Li Huayu, how old are you? You’re so tall! Are all these boxes in the hallway yours? I saw what looked like high school textbooks inside,”

Zhuang Yayun couldn’t resist her curiosity, rising slightly on her tiptoes. She was only 168 cm, and Lin Yi was just 171 cm, but this woman had to be at least two meters tall.

With that height, could she just stand under a basketball hoop and drop the ball in?

“Seventeen. Two-oh-seven,”

Li Huayu replied bluntly, her gaze fixed on Lin Yi.

“Huh?! Seventeen? You’re still in high school?”

Zhuang Yayun was even more astonished, covering her mouth. She never would’ve guessed that this mature, alluringly tall woman was actually a seventeen-year-old high schooler.

“Yes,”

Li Huayu lowered her head slightly, her languid yet penetrating gaze practically drilling into Lin Yi. Her entire body exuded a mature charm, yet carried the milky sweetness of youth.

“……Hello,”

Lin Yi’s lips twitched slightly as he averted his eyes. An overwhelming pressure radiated from this stunning, nearly forty-centimeters-taller-than-him, seventeen-year-old minor. Her plump, snow-white hands, with ten flawlessly slender fingers, looked like they could easily wrap around an entire water bottle with just one hand.

Just standing in front of her made him feel like he could be crushed by those hands alone.

This is insane.

This is ridiculous.

She’s seventeen?!

Isn’t this just a full-on legal tall succubus?!

“Li Huayu, where are your parents? Do you need help with the luggage in the hallway?”

Despite her shock, Zhuang Yayun spoke warmly.

“I live alone… Your husband seems quite healthy—his yang energy is strong. But… why is there a trace of excess yang energy stagnating in his body?”

Li Huayu spoke softly, pausing before casting a questioning glance at Lin Yi’s legs.

“Yang energy? What do you mean?”

Zhuang Yayun was confused.

“How many times have you two been intimate recently? What was the volume like? The duration? Have you ever tested your husband’s limits?”

Li Huayu pulled out a small red booklet from her pocket—a Traditional Chinese Medicine Practitioner’s License for diagnosis via observation, listening, questioning, and pulse-taking.

“You’re a trained TCM doctor?! That’s amazing!”

Zhuang Yayun’s attitude instantly shifted, looking at Li Huayu with newfound respect. She immediately tugged at Lin Yi. “Dr. Li, could we discuss this in more detail inside your place?”

“Come in.”

Li Huayu opened the door wider and stepped back inside.

Zhuang Yayun eagerly pulled Lin Yi into Li Huayu’s apartment, closing the door behind them.

The unit’s layout was almost identical to Zhuang Yayun’s, with only slight differences in sunlight exposure. The furnishings were simple, with no excess furniture.

Lin Yi, bewildered, followed Zhuang Yayun to the living room and sat on the sofa across from Li Huayu.

“Yayun, what’s going on?” he whispered.

“Yi, that’s the highest-level TCM license. She can diagnose yin-yang imbalances and other illnesses just by looking at someone. It’s an incredibly rare skill—purely talent-based, impossible to learn later in life. And it’s something only women can do!”

Zhuang Yayun explained rapidly.

Observation, listening, questioning, and pulse-taking?!

Lin Yi’s eyes widened. She can diagnose yin-yang imbalances and illnesses just by looking? Is she even human?!

Even in a world where women dominate, this is way too absurd!

Zhuang Yayun, now in full patient-mode, asked Li Huayu, “Dr. Li, what did you mean about my husband having stagnant yang energy?”

“Simple. He hasn’t been fully releasing it. If his capacity is 100, he’s only been giving you 70 or 80 each time, leaving 20 stored up. Or, to be more precise…”

Li Huayu pondered for a few seconds, then raised her right hand, extending one slender finger while loosely curling her left hand into a half-fist. She then thrust her right finger hard into her left palm.

“Like this—standing up and going full throttle—that’s the true full amount. But him…”

She withdrew her finger, then gently inserted it only three-quarters of the way into her left palm.

“…He’s hitting the brakes. The accelerator isn’t pushed all the way down. This kind of knowledge and behavior is unhealthy. If not corrected, it could lead to erectile dysfunction, premature ejaculation, and other functional issues later on.”

Zhuang Yayun listened intently, nodding repeatedly, while Lin Yi sat there utterly dumbfounded.

What the hell? She can tell that just by looking?!

What kind of god-tier eyesight is this?!

“My recommendation is to let me examine your husband’s… organ to see if there are any functional obstacles. Otherwise, it’s hard to confirm whether he has issues in that area.”

A glint of interest flashed in Li Huayu’s weary, distant eyes as her alluring lips curled slightly.

“This…” Zhuang Yayun hesitated.

Wait, Yayun, why are you hesitating?! Just say no!

None of this is even remotely credible!

This is completely unscientific!

Lin Yi’s temples throbbed as he hurriedly prepared to refuse himself.

“Thanks, but we don’t need—”

“Dr. Li, actually… I’ve had the same thought. I’ve always felt like my husband wasn’t giving his all in that area. Our intimate life has always felt… slightly unsatisfying.”

Zhuang Yayun’s eyes flickered as she spoke.