"Little brother, you're finally here! I've missed you so much!"
Cui Yuling pushed open the door and hugged Chi Musheng tightly, her little face full of satisfaction.
It's no wonder she wasn't reserved; Sheng Sheng's younger brother was simply irresistible to her—his handsome looks, captivating fragrance, gentle voice, and impeccable service.
Ladies, if you had money, wouldn't you spend it on a boy like that?
Chi Musheng took a step back and stepped out of Cuiyu Ling's arms.
"Sister Yuling, this isn't good. If others see this, it could lead to misunderstandings and damage your reputation."
He's just a performer, can you please not make him sound like a prostitute? Every time he comes to see Cui Yuling, he acts like he's offering door-to-door service. Although it is indeed door-to-door service, all the services he provides are legitimate.
There is absolutely no adult content, including any sexual services.
"Good little brother, you know how to care for your older sister. Come in with me."
Cui Yuling pulled Chi Musheng into the house and hung a sign on the outer door that read, "The clinic is temporarily closed and not open for business. Please do not disturb."
She waited for a full five days. Do you know how bored she was during those five days?
After finishing the script, all she could do was hope that Saturday and Sunday would come so that Chi Musheng would come to see her. Otherwise, what good would it be if the script was so well written?
Chi Musheng looked down at the slender hand on her wrist, occasionally squeezing it and teasingly said.
"Sister Yuling, it seems you're feeling much better lately."
Although being teased is common in this line of work, Sister Yuling, could you please tone it down a bit, okay? Don't be so eager.
“Yes, little brother, you’ve worked so hard to help your sister get better, so she’ll definitely recover quickly. But there’s still a long way to go before she’s completely cured.” Cui Yuling let go of her hand and gently touched Chi Musheng’s chin.
She would never admit that she wasn't sick at all; otherwise, she would have no legitimate reason to let Chi Musheng stay.
"Sister Yuling, what should the treatment plan and script be for today?" Chi Musheng was too lazy to expose Cui Yuling. She could tell from her appearance that she was almost fully recovered, but she was still pretending.
However, the contract is about to end, at the end of this month, so he will do his best to provide services and satisfy the client.
"You must be really good at today's script, little brother."
Cui Yuling smiled, took out a notebook, and handed it to Chi Musheng.
This is the result of two days of writing, and the plot is absolutely ahead of its time.
Chi Musheng stared intently, utterly astonished. "Big sister, you've attained enlightenment! And you're about to achieve it!"
The Redemption of the Foot Massage Brother
Love arises with the sound of the bell, and when the bell stops, the heart remains unsettled.
A gambling father, a sick mother, a young brother, and a sensible son.
I used to think that celestial men lived among mortals, but later I realized that celestial men lived in private rooms.
The first time I saw him, he pushed open the door and walked in. In the dim light, he was so handsome and refined, making him seem so endearing.
I'm just a doctor with a monthly salary of tens of thousands of taels of silver.
He washed away the mud from my journey through the world, smoothing away the rough edges and misfortunes that time had erased.
Perhaps it was the enchanting night that stirred something within me.
The large hand that brushed across my ankle carried away the day's weariness, leaving behind the beauty of life. At that moment, he looked into my eyes—those shy yet smiling eyes—as if they could see right through my soul. I couldn't resist; I couldn't tell if it was the flutter in my heart or love.
I felt the warmth of his hand, a warmth that seemed to be the most precious thing in my life. Some say that of all the ailments in the world, only unrequited love is incurable; of all the sorrow of parting, only the sound of a bell can soothe the grief. Whether it was common or refined is no longer important; I only remember his tender, gentle affection.
—The autumn wind understands my heart, it is both affectionate and gentle!
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Chi Musheng closed the script, took a deep breath, and for a moment, he felt like the male lead in the play. So for a moment, he really wondered if this was a script written specifically for him by Cui Yuling.
After a three-second pause, Chi Musheng glanced at Cui Yuling sitting on the bed, then immediately got into the zone. He picked up a wooden basin, put in the spice bag, filled it with hot water, and even tested the temperature with his hand before bringing it over.
He unfastened the chain and asked softly.
"Hello, sister. I'm your personal technician, number 66. Shall we begin?"
Cui Yuling sat down lazily, as if she were very tired.
"Um"
Chi Musheng gently picked up the two feet that were dangling by the bedside and slowly placed them into the wooden basin.
"Sister, I'd like to give you a foot bath. Is the temperature okay?"
“Okay,” Cui Yuling said with a smile to Chi Musheng.
How could she bear to say no to her adorable little brother?
"Sister, have you been very tired lately?" Chi Musheng asked caringly while washing her feet.
"Yes, little brother, we've had so many patients lately, my back is killing me."
After speaking, Cui Yuling straightened her back, still looking exhausted.
"Then my sister must be a very skilled doctor." Chi Musheng dried her washed feet, placed them on a special small stool, and began to apply essential oil and massage them.
During this time, Chi Musheng noticed that Cui Yuling's brows were slightly furrowed, so he immediately stopped what he was doing and asked her with concern.
"Sister, was I a little too forceful? If so, please tell me and I'll be gentler."
As he said these words, Chi Musheng began to wonder if he had ever worked in this industry before, and why he was so skilled at it, so skilled that he had actually washed it many times.
"No, the force was just right; my sister was thinking about something."
Cui Yuling picked up the teacup, took a sip, and placed her hand on Chi Musheng's head to rub it, as if to comfort him.
Chi Musheng did not shake off the hand on her head, but responded in a childish voice.
"Sister, would you like to listen to some music? I can sing, and I sing really well."
Cui Yuling smiled and made a greasy teasing remark.
"Really? Are you as good as your brother?"
"Maybe not," Chi Musheng said shyly, lowering her head.
Cui Yuling's gaze swept freely over Chi Musheng, and she pinched Chi Musheng's cheek.
"Don't worry, your older sister is also a music connoisseur; she can give you her opinion."
She loved this feeling, like a female hooligan. So this is what it feels like to be a hooligan.
"Yes, I'll sing 'The Clock That Goes Against the Direction' for my sister."
Chi Musheng's eyes seemed to be filled with admiration for Cui Yuling, and he opened his mouth.
"...the clock that travels through time"
Start moving in the opposite direction.
Returning to the time and space when I loved you
Frozen content, infidelity............
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After two hours of busy work, Master Chi wiped his face, which had been greasy from being squeezed, with a tissue and painstakingly counted the five hundred taels of silver notes in his hand.
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