Ye Lan pretended to be surprised and said, "Are you okay?"
Zhang Baixue's face turned red with anger, and she said angrily: "Press the back first!"
With that said, Ye Landong turned around and lay on the bed regardless of whether he agreed or not.
Ye Lan snickered secretly.
Pretending to be arrogant in front of him? How can it be!
Ordinary people think that there are few acupuncture points on the back, but Ye Lan knows several sensitive acupuncture points.
He smiled slightly and sat on it directly.
Zhang Baixue was startled and struggled to turn around, "You brat, what are you doing?"
"Massage! Kneeling is wrong!" Ye Lan said in an innocent tone.
"Get down!" Zhang Baixue twisted the plump and round ball, with anger in his voice.
"If you don't want to, forget it!" Ye Lan said coldly.
Saying that, he climbed down without hesitation.
Zhang Baixue was stunned, not expecting that he would give up his choice.
Seeing that Ye Lan had already gotten out of bed, she could only shout to stop.
"Can you sit on the edge of the bed and press it for me?"
"Aunt Xue, this is medical treatment, not simple health care. Just touch it a few times and you'll be done!"
Hearing this, Zhang Baixue was confused.
"Then...you can't move!"
"Long-winded!"
Ye Lan muttered, reluctant to continue.
In the darkness, the slender and flexible waist was perfectly displayed in front of him.
It’s hard to imagine that this is the body of a thirty-year-old young woman.
He gently pinched his slender waist and moved his palm slowly, removing the cold poison bit by bit.
Zhang Baixue's body trembled unconsciously, and she secretly put a hand in her mouth, biting it gently, suppressing it to prevent herself from shouting.
Gentle palms touched every inch of skin, her body twitched slightly, and her breathing gradually became heavier.
The cold poison that tortured her almost to death completely disappeared, and her whole body felt warm.
It was like a fire was rising in his body, and fragrant sweat was oozing out unknowingly.
Warm palms passed over the thin waist and slowly moved upward.
The next moment, Ye Lan stretched out a finger and gently lifted the elastic band on her back.
"Aunt Xue, you need to untie this too!"
Feeling the hot air on his back, Zhang Baixue raised his neck and breathed rapidly.
"Help me!"
Ye Lan deftly untied the elastic band, revealing his complete back.
He admired it unscrupulously, exhaled a breath of hot breath, and put his palms together.
Treatment continues.
The hot hands passed over the shoulders and gently touched the slender neck.
Zhang Baixue felt as if he was electrocuted, and his soul was trembling.
My mind went blank and my body was completely out of control.
"Aunt Xue, it's time to turn around!" Ye Lan blew gently.
After saying that, without waiting for her answer, she gently turned her body over.
Zhang Baixue felt like a fish that had been stunned, watching helplessly as he was put on the chopping block, but unable to make any resistance.
When Ye Lan's hand touched his lower abdomen, his body even began to respond unconsciously.
She took a deep breath and finally managed to control her body.
"don't want!"
She grabbed Ye Lan's hand and gasped.
"Aunt Xue, what's wrong?"
"I said no!"
Zhang Baixue said loudly, then pushed Ye Lan away and quickly pulled down her pajamas again.
When she turned on the light, she realized that she was already sweating profusely, and even her hair was messy and stuck to her face.
Ye Lan, on the other hand, was sitting on the edge of the bed, looking at him calmly.
"Let's go!" Zhang Baixue said through gritted teeth.
"Aunt Xue, the treatment is not over yet, are you sure you want to give up?" Ye Lan said playfully.
"No need, I'm already fine!" Zhang Baixue picked up the quilt and wrapped it around herself.
"Aunt Xue, does this count as killing the cook after dinner?" Ye Lan smiled and got out of bed without caring.
"By the way, the treatment this time is not complete, and you may need several more treatments in the future!"
Zhang Baixue's cheeks turned red and she stared at him, "Is it like this every time?"
"Of course!" Ye Lan looked straight at her and raised the corner of his mouth: "How about continuing?"
Zhang Baixue glared at him fiercely, feeling ashamed and angry.
Gritting his teeth, he said, "You did it on purpose, right?"
Ye Lan stood up, walked to the door, pretended to be mysterious and looked back with a smile, "What do you think?"
Zhang Baixue slammed the pillow hard.
Ye Lan reached out to catch it, laughed, opened the door and left.
...
When the door closed, Zhang Baixue suddenly collapsed and gasped for air.
She reached out and touched her red cheeks, feeling extremely hot.
The scene just now appeared in my mind inexplicably, my body trembled inexplicably again, and my legs couldn't help but clamp.
Looking at the closed door, she suddenly picked up her phone and opened Ye Lan's number.
After a pause, he let go again.
At this moment, Wang Ruoyan called.
"Sister Xue, when will you come back?"
"I'm outside, right now!"
"By the way, the cold poison is still in your body. How about I ask Xiaolan to come over at night?"
"Need not!"
Zhang Baixue shouted quickly.
Wang Ruoyan on the other side of the phone was stunned for a moment and said sincerely: "Sister Xue, the cold poison really cannot be delayed. I have experienced it before. When it attacks, it is worse than death!"
"No need!" Zhang Baixue interrupted, "Forget it, I'll talk about it when I get back!"
After saying that, he hung up the phone and lifted the quilt.
When she returned to the rental house, Wang Ruoyan was sitting on the sofa watching TV.
Seeing Zhang Baixue entering the door, she happily greeted him.
"Sister Xue, I have bought most of the office equipment this afternoon, so I can move in immediately after the renovation! By the way, when will the construction team come in?"
Zhang Baixue smiled coquettishly, "Xiaoyan, um... I didn't go to the construction team this afternoon!"
"Go to the hospital again?" Wang Ruoyan frowned and said seriously: "Sister Xue, why don't you believe it? If the hospital can't detect it, only Xiaolan can treat it!"
"Well, I'll ask him to come over tonight!"
As she said that, she had already taken out her mobile phone.
Zhang Baixue quickly stopped and said through gritted teeth: "He has already treated me this afternoon!"
Wang Ruoyan was stunned, looking at her slightly red cheeks, her eyes suddenly lit up.
Although Zhang Baixue is thirty years old, she has a very good figure.
"Sister Xue hasn't had a boyfriend these years, why not let her and Xiaolan get together?"
"Boys are older, it's not good to hold it in!"
She thought to herself and gently held Zhang Baixue's arm.
"Sister Xue, what do you think of Xiaolan?"
Zhang Baixue frowned and asked doubtfully: "You want to be with him?"
"What are you thinking about? I'm his aunt!" Wang Ruoyan complained.
"We're not related by blood, so what's the big deal?"
"No, no! I only think of him as my nephew!" Wang Ruoyan shook her head repeatedly, then smiled and said: "Sister Xue, you haven't found a boyfriend in these years, why don't you think about it?"
Zhang Baixue was stunned. The scene in the hotel reappeared in his mind, and his face became even redder.
Looking at Wang Ruoyan's piercing eyes, she stretched out her hand to scratch the squeaky nest, "Are you teasing you, Sister Xue? I think you, little girl, think about it yourself!"
"Haha! Stop!" Wang Ruoyan quickly shrank her neck and turned away with a smile.
Suddenly, the two women got into a huddle, and the room was filled with laughter like silver bells.
