A bowl of noodles cooked by Ji Min filled my stomach, and the comfort brought by the food dispelled most of my boredom. Seeing that my mother had also returned to her room, I walked into my room with my head down. Just as I changed into pajamas and lay down, the door was gently pushed open - Ji Min slipped in like a clever loach.
She was wearing pajamas, her long hair casually draped over her shoulders, her eyes clear, she walked straight to the bed and said without restraint: "Are you having troubles? Let me help you massage and loosen up your muscles."
"It's late at night, and we're alone," I looked at her, "Aren't you afraid that I might do something bad?"
She sneered, "You dare? I'll teach you a lesson." There was a smile on her lips. She was no longer as cautious as when I first entered the door. Her expression changed naturally and smoothly.
Looking at her smiling face, I couldn't help but think: This pair of sisters, are they both born with acting talent? It's really hard to predict when they will change their faces.
I followed her instructions and lay prone on the bed. Without any hesitation, she spread her legs and straddled my back, massaging the back of my neck with her hands.
"You're hard here." She said as she pressed, her fingers full of strength.
She had no idea that these words could arouse people's imagination. But to my ears, they were like sparks thrown into boiling oil, which instantly ignited a fiery restlessness that surged deep into my body.
What's worse, her round and plump buttocks rubbed against my back unintentionally, adding fuel to the fire. The blood seemed to rush to the wrong place, and my brain was hot and chaotic. The primitive impulse almost broke through the dam of reason.
Just as I was trying to gather strength to flip sideways, she reached out her hand like lightning and grabbed my wrist accurately, with the fleshy tip of her thumb pressing hard against the Shenmen acupoint on the inside of my wrist with irresistible force.
At first I thought she was just going to clamp my hands behind my back, until she laughed mischievously from above my head: "Heh... how is it? Is the devil in your body calming down now?"
I buried my burning face deep into the pillow, my voice muffled as if I was drowning: "…What's the reason?"
She laughed even more heartily, her body swaying gently on my back as she laughed: "Shenmen acupoint is a meridian acupoint that is specifically responsible for calming the mind. It's the best way to deal with your crooked thoughts."
"Stop, stop, stop! The way you massage me," I protested into the pillow, "If you keep fiddling with me like this, I'm going to feel numb."
She didn't stop after hearing that. Instead, she said in a serious tone, "I knew that you were restless and could easily 'slip'." She emphasized the word "slip" and inexplicably increased the pressure of her hand. "That's why I have to use the recipe of our ancestors to 'strengthen your foundation' and temper your nature!"
Then, as if she had finally grasped a life-saving straw, she began to lecture on my back. From "the intersection of the kidney and the kidney" to "the harmony of water and fire", she arranged the principles one by one, citing classics without any mistakes. I had no choice but to bury my face deeper into the pillow, just listening to a wall of nagging background sound.
When her enthusiasm for "teaching and imparting knowledge" reached its peak and her tone was so smug that she almost flew off the ground, I finally couldn't help but speak out from the cage of the pillow, with a hoarse voice and undisguised sarcasm: "Tsk... 'everyone's' theory is indeed impressive, but I wonder how many times you have personally put it into 'clinical practice'?"
The endless chatter behind me suddenly stopped, like a bird with its neck strangled.
After a few seconds of silence, she could only murmur in a low and vague voice, as if she had been caught: "Humph... Haven't you seen a pig run before? It's just that... trivial matter..."
These words were like lightning that flashed through the fog, making me realize that this "wonderful woman" who could walk away clean and pure after rolling around in the quagmire of the "Longting Club" was actually an expert in theory! This really got me interested, and I couldn't help but add a hint of mischief in my tone: "Oh? You women, are you also studying "love action tutorials" in private?"
Although I couldn't see her face, the sudden rise in temperature on her back, the instantly tense thigh muscles, and the choked silence as she tried to explain herself were enough to tell that she must be blushing and extremely embarrassed.
Sure enough, a shy and annoyed, almost childish murmur sounded, accompanied by a weak and shy slap, which landed on my shoulder blade with a light "slap" sound: "You little brat! Don't... pry into adults' secrets!"
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