In the courtyard of a traditional Chinese house, a couple passionately embraced and kissed.

In the water tank beside them, carp swam in circles, and a lotus bud that had extended out was quietly blooming.

Then Chu Yang picked her up and carried her into the room.

When she was placed on the bed, the young lady said nervously, "No, I still have that."

Chu Yang gently flicked her nose: "What are you thinking about? I brought you in to rest. Wait here."

He then walked outside.

The young lady blinked, curious about what he was going to do.

Not long after, I saw him bring out a cup of ginger and brown sugar water, put it down, and then go out again.

Soon another bucket of hot water was brought over.

"Drink the ginger and brown sugar water first."

"Mmm." The young lady picked up her cup and took small sips.

"Soak your feet again to get rid of the cold." Chu Yang helped her take off her shoes and socks.

The young lady blushed slightly and looked away.

Chu Yang grabbed her ankle and laughed, "It's not like it's the first time I've touched your feet, why are you nervous?"

The young lady gave a soft "hmm" and scratched her toes in the air.

"...Does it smell bad?"

"It doesn't smell bad, it smells good."

As Chu Yang spoke, he leaned closer and took a sniff.

"Oh, you must have done it on purpose!"

"You noticed that."

Chu Yang laughed and put her feet into the bucket.

"It might be a little hot."

"Ouch, it's hot!"

"Just bear with it, you'll feel better soon."

"...Hmm, that really feels good."

"Let me massage your feet again."

"Haha...it's so itchy!"

So the young lady drank ginger and brown sugar water while enjoying Chu Yang's foot massage service, feeling warm all over her body and indescribably comfortable.

Her gaze grew increasingly infatuated, and she felt that having such a man by her side was the greatest fortune of her life.

A dozen minutes later, the water cooled down a bit, so Chu Yang lifted her feet out, carefully dried them with a towel, and then helped her lie down on the bed.

"And then, am I just going to sleep like this?" The young lady blinked.

"It's not over yet, I have other tricks up my sleeve. Wait for me a moment." Chu Yang said and went out again.

A hot water bottle was brought over shortly afterward.

It's not an electric one; it's the kind that heats water.

Apply a warm compress to the lower abdomen.

"……Thanks."

"No need to thank me. How's the temperature? Is it too hot?"

"No, it's just right, very comfortable."

"Okay, just lie there for a while. After the compress, I'll give you a massage. Don't worry, I inherited my mom's superb skills."

"Pfft... You said the same thing to Sister Zhou Yang last time."

"Yeah, she even praised my cooking skills. Are you coming?"

"Okay, sure."

So after the hot compress, Chu Yang started massaging her.

I had already looked up which acupoints to massage for menstrual cramps and memorized the acupoint chart. By comparing it with the young lady's body, I quickly found the locations.

The moment the button was pressed, the young lady became too shy to look up.

"Are they all from these places?"

"Yes, Shenque, Qihai, and Guanyuan are all located in the lower abdomen. This is a legitimate traditional Chinese medicine massage that is beneficial to your health. If you want to do something wrong, go stand in the corner."

"Oh, okay, then go ahead and press it..."

The young lady closed her eyes and felt his hand gently massaging her lower abdomen. After a while, the pain was relieved, followed by a warm and comfortable sensation.

"...Okay, turn over and massage your back."

The young lady was taken aback: "The back too?"

The prone position was a little embarrassing, but she did it anyway.

After turning over, she instinctively covered her buttocks.

Chu Yang laughed and said, "You're wearing pants, what's there to cover up? I've seen you naked before."

The young lady was completely defeated by him. She simply stopped covering herself, buried her head in the blanket, and muttered, "See? See? Do whatever you want with me!"

Chu Yang smiled slightly and did not act recklessly. Instead, he massaged the acupoints around her tailbone.

The young lady half-closed her eyes; she did feel much more comfortable and could hardly feel the pain in her abdomen anymore.

I felt warm and cozy all over, and a little drowsy.

"Go to sleep if you're tired. No one will bother you here, so you can rest in peace." Chu Yang lay down beside her.

"Mmm." The young lady gazed at him adoringly and said softly, "You're so kind."

Chu Yang reached out and gently stroked her face, then pecked her lips.

"You're great too, so I want to be even better to you."

The young lady kissed him back: "No, I'll treat you better."

Chu Yang flicked her nose and chuckled, "Yes, yes, you're even better to me."

The young lady was finally satisfied and covered her mouth with her hand while yawning.

"Alright, sweetie, take a nap, you'll be full of energy when you wake up," Chu Yang said gently.

"Okay, I'm going to sleep now." The young lady smiled and closed her eyes.

She fell asleep in no time, a smile still lingering on her lips.

Chu Yang helped her cover herself with the blanket, then got up and picked up his phone to check the time. It showed two unread text messages.

This was sent by Little Pear.

"Chu Yang, when are you coming? I'm hungry."

"Aunt Zhang gave me two big meat buns. They were delicious, I loved them. If you hadn't come, I would have eaten them all."

Chu Yang then realized that it was almost noon.

He thought for a moment and replied, "I'm not finished yet. You eat first, I'll come over later, wait for me."

After replying to the message, he walked out of the room.

With nothing else to do, and seeing the writing implements laid out in the living room, he decided to grind ink, pick up a brush, and begin practicing calligraphy.

An hour later.

The young lady in the room woke up, felt the comfort in her lower abdomen, looked around, lifted the covers, got up and went outside.

I saw Chu Yang practicing calligraphy with a brush.

His posture was quite professional, showing a bit of the air of a talented scholar who could wield a brush and write poetry.

"You woke up so quickly? What do you think of my handwriting?" Chu Yang said with a smile.

The young lady walked around the table, looked down, and saw the character "全" (quán, meaning complete/whole).

"The handwriting is good, but why write the whole character?" she asked, puzzled.

"I just wrote it down casually; I just wrote it down whenever I thought of the character," Chu Yang said.

Little did he know that this was precisely his unrealistic wish: to have it all? Three? Or even four...