Since then, news of Wang Dachun's medical skills has spread throughout the village.
There are quite a few young ladies and young wives who come to see Wang Dachun these days. People who eat whole grains will inevitably suffer from minor illnesses and disasters.
On this day, Wang Dachun was watching peaches in the peach orchard, and village girl Xia Xiaomo came over pretty.
"Dachun, I have something to ask you for help."
Xia Xiaomo was wearing an emerald green dress, with a slim waist and a small red flower in her hair. She looked very charming as she was eager to talk but still shy. Wang Dachun's eyes lit up when she saw it.
The two often played together when they were children and had a good relationship. However, they have grown apart after not being together for a long time.
Wang Dachun stood up and said, "Xiao Mo, are you okay?" I hadn't seen him for a while, but I didn't expect Xia Xiaomo to be so graceful.
"I..." Xia Xiaomo lowered her head and bit her lip before she could speak, as if she was a little embarrassed to speak.
"We grew up together. If there's anything we can't say, if you have no money, I'll lend it to you." Wang Dachun said proudly.
"No, I..." Xia Xiaomo suddenly raised her head and said with a blushing face: "Every time I come there, my stomach hurts. Everyone says that your medical skills are very good, and I want you to help me. "
Wang Dachun suddenly realized, "It turns out it's dysmenorrhea. There's nothing shameful about it. Many girls have this problem. Let me help you check it out."
"Then go to my house, my mother is not at home right now." Xia Xiaomo whispered with a blushing face.
"Okay." Wang Dachun agreed without thinking. This place is indeed not suitable for medical treatment.
Xia Xiaomo's house was kept very clean and tidy, and her boudoir was a girlish pink color, filled with a light fragrance.
"It smells so good!" Wang Dachun entered Xia Xiaomo's room and sniffed, "Well, it smells as good as the fragrance on your body."
The scent of mature women like Xia Xiaomo and Zhang Guixiang is different. It is a light girlish fragrance, which is intoxicating.
"Then... let's get started!" Xia Xiaomo sat down on the edge of the bed and kept crossing her hands, showing the nervousness deep inside her. This was the first time a boy was alone with her in the boudoir. She said no. It's fake to be nervous.
"Xiao Mo, why don't you lie down and I'll take your pulse." Being alone in the same room with a man and a woman made Wang Dachun, the junior brother, a little uncomfortable.
"Yes." Xia Xiaomo lay down obediently, with two red clouds rising on her cheeks.
Wang Dachun put three fingers on Xia Xiaomo's jade-white wrist, which made her body tremble.
Wang Dachun couldn't help but be speechless. This girl's body must be too sensitive.
After a while, Wang Dachun retracted his fingers and said: "Your dysmenorrhea can be cured, but it requires massage and moxibustion. I hope you can cooperate a little."
Looking at Xia Xiaomo's exquisite and graceful body, Wang Dachun imagined that kind of scene and had some expectations in his heart.
"Can it really be cured?" Xia Xiaomo felt happy. Although this disease was not a serious illness, it was too torturous. She always felt pain for several days every month, which made her feel fearful.
"Of course, massage and moxibustion, I promise." Wang Dachun received the inheritance from the medical ancestor. If he couldn't even cure such a minor illness, he would probably crawl out of the ground to settle the score with him.
"Then...how to massage?" Xia Xiaomo asked tremblingly with a red face.
"Uh...just expose your lower abdomen."
"Oh." Xia Xiaomo agreed, but her hands tightly grasped the dress and made no move. She blushed and felt war between heaven and earth in her heart.
"What's wrong? You're not shy anymore. We played together when we were kids and we haven't seen each other before." Wang Dachun laughed.
Xia Xiaomo rolled her eyes and turned red, "Tsk, could it be the same as a child?"
But as soon as the joke was made, her tense heart relaxed. She gritted her teeth and said, "Dachun, turn your face first, don't peek!"
"Oh, okay!" Wang Dachun agreed, feeling funny in his heart. This girl must be too thin-skinned!
"Okay, turn around!" After who knows how long, Xia Xiaomo finally said in a trembling voice.
Wang Dachun said yes and turned around slowly. Xia Xiaomo covered her face with her hands and asked carefully: "Dachun, why...why don't you get a massage?"
"Yeah, come on." Wang Dachun quickly calmed down. Actually, you can't blame him, he is still just a child.
Wang Dachun didn't dare to look any further and placed his palms against Xia Xiaomo's flat and smooth belly and trembled.
Wang Dachun suppressed the temptation in his heart and concentrated on massaging Xia Xiaomo. At the same time, he slowly transferred a trace of spiritual energy from his body to Xia Xiaomo's abdomen.
Xia Xiaomo's body visibly trembled and she moaned.
"I'm going!" Wang Dachun's evil fire that had been suppressed was once again aroused by this cry, and he felt a flow of air rushing around his lower abdomen.
Suddenly my nose felt hot and two nosebleeds came out.
Xia Xiaomo suddenly exclaimed, "Dachun, you...why is your nose bleeding?"
Wang Dachun's old face turned red, and then he stretched out his hand to wipe it, "It's okay, I just overexerted my exercise and my blood flowed backwards."
He was depressed, and it wasn't you who was to blame.
Xia Xiaomo looked at Wang Dachun's painted face and couldn't help but laugh, "Hee hee, you look so funny like this."
Wang Dachun had a grimace on his face, "Xiao Mo, you're still smiling, let's see if I don't tickle you!"
