Chapter 22 [Opportunities are reserved for those who are prepared]
At this time, a slightly old voice sounded outside the door:
"Madam, you have been practicing for two hours. Do you need a break? I have prepared some fruit..."
It's the housekeeper.
Isn’t that Ji Huaishen?
Wen Duo sniffed and shouted towards the door:
"I sprained my ankle. Please call a doctor."
Hearing this, the butler immediately opened the door.
A voice sounded from above.
"What's going on?"
Wen Duo looked up and saw that the person in front of her was not the butler, but Ji Huaishen.
[Pretend, keep pretending]
[Rushed out of the secret room and pretended to pass by hahahaha]
[Tsk, and even asked the housekeeper to knock on the door. The housekeeper looked confused. I am dying of laughter.]
Wen Duo bit her lower lip, her eyes suddenly hot.
What should she say?
That she discovered his secret?
That she knew about the dark secret room behind the mirror?
"I just...accidentally twisted my ankle." In the end, she just answered in a low voice.
Ji Huaishen's brows were twisted into a knot.
He knelt on one knee, his fingers hovering above her swollen ankle, as if wanting to touch it but not daring to.
He whispered:
"Can you stand up?"
Wen Duo didn't want to trouble Ji Huaishen, so she tried to move her ankle and immediately gasped in pain.
"It seems... not possible."
The next second, she flew into the air.
Ji Huaishen put his arm through her knees, and with his other hand, he firmly supported her back and lifted her up sideways.
Wen Duo subconsciously grabbed the front of his collar and her nose hit his chest which was filled with a cold breath.
"Call the doctor." He ordered the housekeeper.
After giving the order, he lowered his head again and said softly:
"I'll carry you to the living room sofa to wait for the doctor."
She was picked up, and the pain in her legs made it impossible for her to break free. In the end, Wen Duo could only agree:
"good......"
Ji Huaishen carefully placed Wen Duo on the leather sofa, his movements as gentle as if he was treating something fragile.
Her right ankle had swollen into a small bun, and the skin was a terrifying purple bruise, which looked particularly glaring against her fair skin.
The doctor came quickly, trotting in with a medicine box.
When he examined her, Wenduo gasped in pain and her toes curled up.
But it hurts more if I move.
Ji Huaishen stood aside, watching the doctor's hand touching Wen Duo's feet, his eyes terrifyingly deep.
After a while, the doctor stood up and said:
"It's not serious, but I need to rest."
The doctor pushed up his glasses and said, "Massage twice a day with medicated oil. It will be healed in a week at the earliest."
He had just taken out the brown glass bottle when Ji Huaishen suddenly stepped forward:
"Let me do it."
[Hilarious! When the male protagonist learned that Wen Duo danced ballet, he knew this day would come. He had learned professional massage before getting married, and now he’s using it.]
[As expected, opportunities are reserved for those who are prepared. The scheming overlord is confirmed.]
[However, part of the reason is that the doctor just touched Meibao's feet, and the male protagonist is jealous, so he wants to touch it too.]
Before Wen Duo could ask whether he agreed, the doctor tactfully excused himself.
Suddenly they were the only two left in the living room.
Ji Huaishen sat on the sofa, unscrewed the medicine bottle, and the rich smell of herbs immediately filled the air.
He poured the medicinal oil into his palms and rubbed them to warm them, then spoke:
"Put your feet on my legs."
"That... no need, just let the doctor massage it..."
Wen Duo's ears felt hot and she subconsciously wanted to retract her feet and leave, but Ji Huaishen grabbed her ankle.
"Don't move." His voice was low, and he placed her feet on his thighs in an unquestionable yet very gentle manner.
The warm palm covered her swollen ankle, and Wen Duo realized that Ji Huaishen's hands were rougher than she had imagined. There were calluses on his fingertips from years of holding a pen and exercising. Because of the medicated oil at this moment, they became even hotter.
"Be patient." Ji Huaishen said suddenly.
Before Wen Duo could react, the next second, he pressed his thumb precisely on a certain acupoint.
"ah!"
The sharp pain made Wen Duo arch her back and tears welled up in her eyes.
"It hurts...Ji Huaishen, it hurts..."
She pushed Ji Huaishen's hand away with tears in her eyes, and even called out Ji Huaishen's full name unconsciously.
Ji Huaishen paused for a moment, and a hint of emotion flashed in his eyes that Wen Duo could not understand.
"Be patient." His voice was softer than usual, but the strength in his hands did not decrease at all.
"I can't bear it, wuwuwu...it hurts, I don't want it anymore..." Wen Duo's tears welled up in her eyes.
She didn't know what she was saying, the pain was making her thoughts confused.
"You have to endure it even if you can't bear it."
Ji Huaishen's voice became hoarse, but seeing Wen Duo's tearful face, he finally lightened the strength in his hands.
His thumb rubbed slow circles along the contour of her ankle, each pressure bringing a sharp pain but also strangely relieving the deep soreness.
But it still hurts!
Oh my, these unspeakable words.
If I hadn’t been watching the footage, I wouldn’t have dared to imagine what was happening.
[My sister’s crying sounded so nice, if this happened in... hehe]
[Just close your eyes and enjoy the sound of the sex scene in the finale in advance]
【clever! 】
At this moment, Wen Duo no longer cared about the various obscene comments in the barrage. Tears blurred her vision. She could not see Ji Huaishen's expression. She could only feel the warmth of his palm and his somewhat rapid breathing.
After an unknown amount of time, the pain finally began to subside, replaced by a strange feeling of comfort.
Ji Huaishen's technique is indeed professional, and every bit of strength is just right.
Wenduo's sobbing gradually subsided, leaving only occasional sobs.
"Are you feeling better?" Ji Huaishen asked, his voice so low that it was almost inaudible.
Wen Duo nodded, then realized that her foot was still on his leg, and his suit pants were soaked with the oil. She hurriedly tried to withdraw her foot, but he held her down.
"Don't be impatient."
He took out a silk scarf from somewhere and gently wiped away the excess medicated oil on her feet.
Wen Duo blushed, pulled her foot back from his palm, and said softly:
"Thanks......"
When the touch like warm jade slipped through Ji Huaishen's fingers, he turned his head to look.
Wen Duo was huddled in a corner of the sofa. Because she had just cried, there was an alluring blush at the corners of her eyes and tears were hanging on her eyelashes.
Her rapid breathing caused her chest to rise and fall constantly, and her tight dance clothes were soaked with sweat, turning into translucent gauze, outlining the girl's graceful curves.
Ji Huaishen's eyes seemed to be fixed on her.
"Yeah." He suddenly responded in a low voice, his voice was extremely hoarse, and his Adam's apple rolled up and down.
Wen Duo's heart skipped a beat at this ambiguous response.
She looked up and saw that Ji Huaishen's usually cold eyes were now a little distracted, with emotions surging in his eyes that she could not understand.
If that gaze had substance, she would have been eaten to pieces without leaving a trace.
[Oh, the male protagonist can’t help it]
[The male protagonist looks like he wants to eat someone alive]
[Meibao looks so attractive now, her clothes are see-through]
Wen Duo saw the barrage of comments floating before her eyes and looked down at herself in confusion.
When she saw this, her ears turned red with embarrassment.
The white dance suit was almost transparent after being soaked with sweat, and the light-colored underwear inside was faintly visible.
So, Ji Huaishen's look is...
"I, I want to go back to my room..."
Wen Duo hurriedly hugged herself and tried to stand up by holding on to the sofa.
But as soon as her injured ankle was put under any pressure, the sharp pain made her gasp and her eyes instantly became moist again.
A familiar cold breath suddenly approached.
Ji Huaishen had knelt on one knee on the sofa without knowing when, with one hand on her ear, trapping her between the sofa and his chest.
His breath was hot, and his voice was hoarse with an incomprehensible tone:
"Do you want me to carry you upstairs?"
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