Chapter 20 Massage "Would you mind staying here tonight?"...
In the afternoon, while Jiang Zhiyao and Yan Zhenxi were in the study, a servant came in to report that the people from the Imperial Medical Academy had arrived at the door.
Jiang Zhiyao realized that today was the day the people from the Imperial Hospital were coming.
Although Yan Zhenxi had little chance of recovery, the Emperor was merciful and sent people from the Imperial Medical Academy every month in the hope that there might be a possibility of treatment. Jiang Zhiyao stood up: "Husband, I'll go out now."
"It's alright," Yan Zhenxi said gently. "Would you like to stay and take a look?"
Jiang Zhiyao hesitated for a few seconds before replying, "Yes."
"Then stay."
Before long, the people from the Imperial Medical Academy arrived.
"Greetings, Lord Yan. Greetings, Madam Jiang." The speaker was a man in the lead, dressed in the robes of an imperial physician, with gray hair and beard, and a composed demeanor.
"This is Physician Li," Yan Zhenxi introduced to Jiang Zhiyao.
"Hello, Physician Li."
Imperial Physician Li nodded and smiled as he replied to Jiang Zhiyao, "This is the first time I've seen Madam at your residence."
Jiang Zhiyao lowered her head slightly. The imperial physician often came to see Yan Zhenxi, but this was the first time she, as the lady of the house, had come. It was as if she didn't care about Yan Zhenxi at all.
Jiang Zhiyao said, "I'll be here today. If any of the imperial physicians need help, just let me know."
"Thank you for your trouble, Madam."
Physician Li first sat down, took Yan Zhenxi's pulse, and then asked, "Your health is good, and you seem to be in a good mood lately?"
Yan Zhenxi smiled and replied, "Yes."
"Then let's begin the acupuncture." The person behind him handed over a small box, from which Physician Li took out a set of needles of various sizes needed for acupuncture.
He then skillfully began acupuncture on Yan Zhenxi's head.
This was the first time Jiang Zhiyao had ever seen acupuncture in person. Seeing the long, thin needles piercing into Yan Zhenxi's head, she couldn't help but feel a little frightened.
Not long after, Physician Li removed the needles and asked Yan Zhenxi as he did so, "Has your head still hurt these past few days?"
Yan Zhenxi replied, "It's better, but there's still some pain from time to time."
Jiang Zhiyao was somewhat surprised to hear this. She and Yan Zhenxi hadn't spent much time together before, but these past few days, while they weren't exactly inseparable, they had spent a considerable amount of time together. Yet, she was completely unaware that Yan Zhenxi had occasional headaches.
This must be a side effect of the head injury, Jiang Zhiyao thought with some heartache.
"Doctor Li, is there any way to alleviate this?" Jiang Zhiyao asked, her tone slightly anxious.
Physician Li turned to Jiang Zhiyao and said, "Massage can help relieve the symptoms."
Afterwards, Physician Li gave Yan Zhenxi a massage, occasionally pointing out key points to Jiang Zhiyao, who listened attentively.
After Physician Li left, Jiang Zhiyao whispered to Yan Zhenxi, "Husband, why have you never mentioned having a headache before? Tell me next time you have a headache, and I'll give you a massage."
Yan Zhenxi looked at the hidden heartache in Jiang Zhiyao's eyes and the concern in her words, and his heart softened again.
Actually, his headache is an old problem. He usually suffers from insomnia, and it is caused by excessive thinking and lack of rest.
Yan Zhenxi did not refuse, and said with a smile in a low voice, "Alright, then I'll rely on you from now on, Madam."
He turned his head towards Jiang Zhiyao and leaned against her.
Jiang Zhiyao froze for a moment, looked down at the top of Yan Zhenxi's head, and couldn't help but reach out and touch Yan Zhenxi's smooth hair a couple of times.
So cute.
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After dinner, Jiang Zhiyao went to Yan Zhenxi's dormitory.
Unlike his own dormitory room, which was filled with many things, Yan Zhenxi's dormitory room appeared very quiet and deserted. There were not many things, and even the bed looked deserted, with the pillows and quilts arranged neatly.
Several rag dolls were placed on Jiang Zhiyao's bed, and the bed curtains were also the kind with pretty tassels.
"Madam, please sit on the bed; it'll be more convenient for you," Yan Zhenxi said, seemingly considering Jiang Zhiyao's feelings.
“Okay.” Jiang Zhiyao didn’t say much, and led Yan Zhenxi to sit on the bed. After sitting down, surrounded by the cool fragrance of Yan Zhenxi, she belatedly felt a little embarrassed.
Yan Zhenxi sat down next to Jiang Zhiyao. As Jiang Zhiyao watched Yan Zhenxi sit down on the bed beside her, she felt that there was an indescribable feeling between the two of them.
Jiang Zhiyao closed her eyes, banishing the strange thoughts from her mind, and kept telling herself that she was just there for a massage, just a massage.
Yan Zhenxi brushed his hand across Jiang Zhiyao's sleeve, as if to confirm her location, then, holding onto the edge of the bed, he slowly lay down on Jiang Zhiyao's lap.
"Thank you for your trouble, Madam." Jiang Zhiyao looked at Yan Zhenxi lying on her lap and parted her thin lips slightly.
"Okay." Jiang Zhiyao was a little flustered and didn't know what to do.
After a while, he tentatively placed his hand on Yan Zhenxi's head and began to gently massage it.
At first, Jiang Zhiyao would stare blankly at Yan Zhenxi's face, but later she leaned against the bedpost and focused on massaging him, her movements becoming increasingly gentle and soothing.
Yan Zhenxi lay on Jiang Zhiyao's lap, looking at Jiang Zhiyao's serious face, and couldn't help but smile.
Watching Jiang Zhiyao sitting in her dormitory room, with her usual incense burning, Yan Zhenxi felt that Jiang Zhiyao was gradually being influenced by her own scent, and she felt very satisfied.
Afraid of tiring Jiang Zhiyao, Yan Zhenxi put most of his strength on his lying body. Unlike his own somewhat stiff thighs, Jiang Zhiyao's legs were soft and she was lying comfortably.
Beside his cheek was Jiang Zhiyao's soft belly. Yan Zhenxi really wanted to lean over and press his cheek against hers, but it was just a thought.
Yan Zhenxi dared not make any further movements, for fear of disturbing Jiang Zhiyao.
Jiang Zhiyao's movements were very comfortable. Looking at Jiang Zhiyao's gentle and earnest face, Yan Zhenxi felt unusually drowsy.
Jiang Zhiyao pressed for a long time, and when she heard Yan Zhenxi's breathing gradually become calmer, she gently called out to Yan Zhenxi, "Husband?"
Seeing no response, Jiang Zhiyao softened her movements and slowly stopped, gently getting up and placing Yan Zhenxi's head on the pillow.
After standing there for a while, worried that Yan Zhenxi might be uncomfortable, Jiang Zhiyao bent down and took off Yan Zhenxi's outer garment.
But as soon as her hand touched Yan Zhenxi's collar, Jiang Zhiyao immediately withdrew it, because the back of her hand touched Yan Zhenxi's chin, and the mere touch of skin made Jiang Zhiyao's heart pound.
Not long after, Yan Zhenxi hummed softly and turned slightly to the side, as if he was uncomfortable with his outer garment, but he still looked like he was asleep.
Upon seeing this, Jiang Zhiyao no longer hesitated and decided to help Yan Zhenxi take off his outer clothes.
Jiang Zhiyao grabbed the collar, stopped thinking about it, and gently took off Yan Zhenxi's outer garment.
Jiang Zhiyao initially thought it would be a bit difficult because it involved moving her body, but the process went exceptionally smoothly. Jiang Zhiyao even had the illusion that Yan Zhenxi was undressing herself, and she was just helping out.
After placing the coat on the shelf, Jiang Zhiyao carefully tidied Yan Zhenxi's disheveled long hair, gently brushing the hair away from Yan Zhenxi's face, her fingers inevitably touching Yan Zhenxi's cheek.
After tidying up, before leaving her fingers, Yan Zhenxi moved slightly. Jiang Zhiyao felt a little guilty and wanted to quickly pull her hand back, but Yan Zhenxi just tilted his head slightly, as if he had lightly brushed against her fingers.
Jiang Zhiyao withdrew her hand and rubbed her slightly numb fingertips.
Finally, she pulled back the blanket and slowly draped it over Yan Zhenxi's body.
Jiang Zhiyao left the bedside, intending to blow out the lamp, but as soon as she took a step, her wrist was grabbed.
"Madam?" Yan Zhenxi's voice was low and hoarse, as if he had just been woken up.
Jiang Zhiyao turned her head and saw Yan Zhenxi propping himself up slightly with his other hand, saying in a low, hoarse voice, "Madam, it's getting late. Why don't you stay here tonight?"
The last two words were spoken softly and gently. In the dim candlelight, Jiang Zhiyao looked at Yan Zhenxi on the bed, whose face was as beautiful as jade and whose lips were as red as cinnabar. His outer robe was off, and he was now only wearing his inner robe. As Yan Zhenxi got up, it opened slightly, revealing a bit of his white jade-like chest.
Her feet seemed rooted to the spot, unable to move an inch, and she couldn't even tear her gaze away from him.
It felt like only a moment had passed, yet also like an eternity, before Jiang Zhiyao finally managed to look away, staring intently at the hem of her skirt, and stiffly refused, "No, no, I'd better go back."
After hearing Jiang Zhiyao's answer, Yan Zhenxi held Jiang Zhiyao's wrist for several seconds before suddenly letting go: "I was presumptuous. Madam, please go back."
Back in her dorm room, Jiang Zhiyao breathed a sigh of relief, thankful that she had managed to hold on.
Thinking of this, Jiang Zhiyao couldn't help but feel an inexplicable annoyance. Did Yan Zhenxi not have any precautions at all?
Although Yan Zhenxi meant well, had he considered that if he really stayed, he might not be able to resist doing something to Yan Zhenxi, and Yan Zhenxi would definitely regret it then?
Seeing Jiang Zhiyao leave the room in a hurry, Yan Zhenxi stopped posing and casually lay down on the bed.
With a somewhat rough motion, Yan Zhenxi ripped off her blindfold and threw it aside. She was a little annoyed. If this didn't work, should she be more forceful?
No, that won't do either. What if I scare her to tears?
What could he possibly do to get Jiang Zhiyao to share a bed with him? Yan Zhenxi's clever mind had absolutely no idea.
To have Jiang Zhiyao dine with him, since the most important thing about dining is the food, Yan Zhenxi found a chef who would suit Jiang Zhiyao's taste.
If you want to share a room, changing your pillow and blanket won't help much. So, the other factor worth considering is the person you'll be sharing a room with.
Yan Zhenxi stared at the bed curtains, somewhat puzzled. Over the past few days, he could tell that Jiang Zhiyao had a particular fondness for beautiful things, and that she also liked his appearance.
Yan Zhenxi had just seen a wavering look in Jiang Zhiyao's eyes, so why did she ultimately refuse?
This was the first time Yan Zhenxi had ever tried to seduce someone with her looks, and she had actually failed.
He originally planned to slowly boil the frog in water, first letting Jiang Zhiyao share a bed with him for a day, and then gradually work things out, just like having a meal together, so that Jiang Zhiyao could slowly get used to it.
But he didn't expect that his mission would fail so soon.
Yan Zhenxi thought, "It must be that my method is wrong, or that I'm not applying enough pressure."
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