Chapter 178 Johnny: Miss, why are you injured?
She paused, as if weighing her words, then spoke softly, yet with a strange power, "As for the rest... it's okay, uncle. There's still a lot of time left, what if he can be cured?"
Wen Qimin was visibly stunned when these words came out. He looked at Shen Zhaoyue carefully. There was no reluctance or resentment on the girl's face, only frank acceptance and confidence and hope emanating from her bones.
Wen Qimin's tense expression slowly relaxed, a trace of deep relief flashed across the depths of his eyes, and he said "good" twice in a row: "Good, good... I'm relieved that you think so. It's a blessing for Yanxi to marry you."
On the way back, Wen Yanxi took advantage of the moonlight to hold Chen Zhaoyue's hand.
After a moment of silence, he suddenly turned his head to look at Chen Zhaoyue. He seemed to be in a good mood, with a smile on his lips: "Just now after dinner, what did your uncle say to you alone? It was so mysterious."
Chen Zhaoyue glanced at him, her eyelashes moving slightly, and her tone was relaxed: “Uncle said that if you bully me in the future, let me go to him to complain.”
Wen Yanxi raised an eyebrow, then burst out laughing, "Uncle really... looks down on my character too much. Am I the kind of person who would bully his wife?"
Wen Yanxi's tone was filled with exaggerated grievance and indignation. "Besides, how could I possibly be a domestic violence victim? His worries are totally unreasonable."
Chen Zhaoyue turned to look at him. The man had a helpless smile on his face, but there was a subtle tension in his eyes. She suddenly remembered Wen Qimin's sigh, and the uneasy emotions that this person beside her had hidden with indifference.
Chen Zhaoyue just smiled lightly, and her soft hand tightly grasped his dry palm: “I believe in my own eyes when choosing men!”
After returning home, Wen Yanxi took off his coat and was about to say something, but saw Chen Zhaoyue walking straight towards the small bag containing her acupuncture tools.
Chen Zhaoyue held the familiar sandalwood needle box in her hand and looked at him calmly and naturally: "It's still early, I'll give you acupuncture."
Wen Yanxi looked at Chen Zhaoyue. She stood under the light, her eyebrows and eyes were gentle, but her attitude could not be refused.
Wen Yanxi pursed his lips, walked over silently, sat down on the sofa, and rolled up his sleeves, revealing his strong and thin arms.
The cool alcohol cotton ball wiped across my skin, bringing a slight shudder. Then, there was the subtle swelling and numbness as the silver needle accurately penetrated the acupoint.
He closed his eyes and could clearly feel her slender fingers operating steadily, each needle drop decisively and accurately. The air was quiet, with only the sound of their gentle breathing.
Chen Zhaoyue said nothing. She didn't mention her uncle's worries, the distant possibility of "what if," or any heavy topics about the future or expectations. She just did what she could, silently and attentively, practicing what she had said: "Strive for a quick recovery."
Wen Yanxi closed his eyes, but his senses became unusually clear. He could smell her delicate scent, mixed with the fragrance of medicine, and feel the warmth of her fingertips brushing against his skin.
The slight sting from the needles seemed to merge into a strange warm current, slowly seeping into his blood and flowing to every part of his body.
Wen Yanxi suddenly felt that perhaps his uncle's advice to "look down on his character" was not entirely unreasonable.
At this moment, he inexplicably felt an urge to "bully" the person in front of him - not the kind of bullying that hurts her, but he wanted to hug her tightly in his arms, to see if her eyes, which were always calm, would show a trace of panic or ripples because of him.
Of course, he was just thinking about it.
The silver needles continued to fall, and the warmth in Wen Yanxi's body surged more and more violently. He still closed his eyes, but the corners of his mouth silently and slowly curled up into a deep arc.
Although Wen Yanxi couldn't have children, his sexual abilities were incredibly strong. Plus, since he'd just started having sex, he'd always be up late at night. Chen Zhaoyue felt like this was payback for her constant flirting with him.
After being tossed around until the early morning again, Chen Zhaoyue supported his sore waist and announced seriously: "Wen Yanxi, we have to establish a rule."
Wen Yanxi, who was greedy for her warmth and softness, hugged her tightly, his chest pressed against her back, his thin lips rubbing against her ear, and his voice was full of sexiness: "What are the rules?"
"Three times a week, no more." Chen Zhaoyue held up three fingers with a determined expression.
Wen Yanxi turned over and supported himself on top of her: "Doctor Shen, are you questioning your medical skills?"
"I just trust my medical skills too much." Chen Zhaoyue put her hand on his shoulder, stopping him from getting closer. "If you keep going like this, I'll get kidney deficiency sooner or later."
"Your physical condition is too poor," Wen Yanxi kissed her forehead gently, "You need to exercise more."
"Haven't I exercised enough these days?" Shen Zhaoyue wailed, burying her face in the pillow.
The next day, while at work at the health center, Chen Zhaoyue took some medicine to nourish herself. When she got home that night, she was boiling the medicine in the kitchen when Wen Yanxi arrived.
"What's that smell?" Wen Yanxi frowned and walked into the kitchen.
"Herbs." Chen Zhaoyue fanned the fire carefully with a fan, "For conditioning the body."
Wen Yanxi hugged her from behind and rested his chin on her shoulder: "Doctor Shen, am I not satisfied with you?"
"I'm the one who's dissatisfied." Chen Zhaoyue turned her head and glared at him, her eyes seductive. "If you continue to torment me like this, I'll fall apart sooner or later."
Wen Yanxi chuckled and kissed her neck: "Tonight——"
"A truce tonight!" Chen Zhaoyue interrupted him, "The medicine is almost ready, go take a shower first."
Wen Yanxi looked at her slightly red earlobe, chuckled, and finally let her go: "Okay, let's truce tonight."
But when he reached the kitchen door, he turned back and added, "I'll make it up tomorrow."
Chen Zhaoyue almost knocked over the medicine jar.
Since establishing the "three times a week" rule, Chen Zhaoyue would occasionally go home early from get off work and let Johnny come out to do the cleaning and give her a massage to relax.
That day, Chen Zhaoyue came home early again. As soon as she entered the door, she let Johnny out. Then she collapsed on the sofa and shouted, "Johnny, come and help me massage my head."
Johnny quickly walked to Shen Zhaoyue and massaged her head with moderate force: “Miss, you seem to be very tired recently.”
"Yeah..." Wouldn't it be tiring to deal with Wen Yanxi, the hungry wolf, every other day?
Chen Zhaoyue responded weakly, closing his eyes and enjoying Johnny's massage.
When she turned over and asked Johnny to press her back, Johnny suddenly stopped.
"Miss, what are those red marks on your neck and back?" A frown appeared in Johnny's electronic eyes. "According to my analysis, these look very much like bruises caused by abuse."
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