"Thump, thump thump".
Huo Beiyuan sat in his wheelchair by the French windows. The room was dark, but you could see a cigarette butt flickering between the man's fingers. Hearing the not-so-careful and respectful knock on the door, he didn't turn around, as if he knew who it was. He uttered a single word with his thin lips.
"Enter."
Qin Ge opened the door and walked in.
Upon seeing the cigarette between the man's fingers, his handsome, delicate brows immediately furrowed.
He walked over in a few steps.
The boy reached out and snatched the half-smoked cigarette from the man's hand, immediately extinguishing it.
He said, "Uncle Huo, as my patient, you must now abstain from smoking, drinking, and... sexual activity!"
Although Qin Ge had heard that Master Huo of Jiyuan was not interested in women and had not heard of any scandals involving Huo Beiyuan, she still added the last item after thinking about it.
Huo Beiyuan wasn't annoyed at having his cigarette snatched away. Instead, he laughed with interest and said, "You look like a little housekeeper right now."
Qin Ge, "..."
You're the one who's a busybody!
I'm not sissy!
Perhaps seeing the boy's serious expression, tight lips, and angry look, Huo Beiyuan unusually explained, "I just lit it, I didn't smoke it."
Qin Ge, of course, didn't believe it. The old man was obviously a heavy smoker; he was a heavy smoker. He lit a cigarette but didn't smoke it. He could only fool a three-year-old.
The boy looked at him with a doubtful expression. "Really?"
"Don't believe me?" Huo Beiyuan sat leisurely in his wheelchair, showing no sign of guilt. "If you don't believe me, then come and smell it yourself."
Qin Ge looked at his confidence and was half-believing and half-doubting.
He couldn't help but wonder if Huo Beiyuan was bluffing him.
He hesitated for a moment, then bent down and approached the man in the wheelchair.
There wasn't a particularly strong tobacco smell on his robe. After all, the cigarette had been lit just now, and there was still a faint smell of smoke in the air. It was normal for his clothes to have a little smell on them.
Qin Ge planned to step back and say, "Don't smoke again next time." After all, once the cigarettes were smoked, there was no going back in time.
Unexpectedly, the man's arm was wrapped around Qin Ge's waist. Qin Ge's waist was excessively slender, while his arm was strong and powerful. Qin Ge did not expect Huo Beiyuan to suddenly reach out, and without any mental preparation, she was caught off guard and pressed down on the man by the waist.
"Little friend, this is how you smell smoke."
Huo Beiyuan said to his lips.
Their lips almost touched.
The man's lips and teeth did not have the pungent, strong tobacco smell he had smelled that night, but rather a light and pleasant minty scent.
A low, husky voice entered my ears.
Qin Ge's face felt a little hot.
The heart inside my chest was beating a little fast.
"So, did you smell it clearly?" Huo Beiyuan's tone was clearly teasing. "Did Uncle smoke or not?"
The boy licked his lips, looking somewhat embarrassed and angry at being cornered, and forcefully pushed the man away, saying, "If you say you didn't smoke, then you didn't smoke!"
Huo Beiyuan hadn't used much force initially, but he withdrew his hand after Qin Ge pushed him. He tugged at the corner of his lips, revealing his lips, which had regained their color and were now bright and beautiful. "Such a big temper for a kid... he's been spoiled."
Qin Ge's face was slightly flushed, but the room was dark and his expression was not visible. He pushed Huo Beiyuan away, shook the medicine box in his hand, and said, "Let's get down to business."
The medicine box contained massage cream.
He came to massage Huo Beiyuan's legs.
Huo Beiyuan's legs have been confined to a wheelchair for many years, and his meridians have been sealed with a strange poison for a long time. It is likely that many of his functions have deteriorated. If he wants to be detoxified and walk upright like a normal person, he will need to use Qin Ge's unique massage techniques.
Even this massage cream was reconstituted by him.
Try to maximize the effect of the massage so that Huo Beiyuan can stand up as soon as possible.
In that instant, Qin Ge put himself in the role of a doctor, and the heat on his face quickly subsided. He squatted down in front of Huo Beiyuan.
Huo Beiyuan noticed the boy who had squatted down in front of him taking off his slippers, frowned, and said, "There are caregivers for massages."
Upon hearing this, Qin Ge raised her head.
At this height, the boy seemed to be lying on his lap. Although it was dark all around, he was completely immersed in the night. It was the kind of darkness that Huo Beiyuan liked. The boy's eyes were as bright as jewels that shone in the night sky.
This suddenly reminded Huo Beiyuan of a phrase he had learned in his childhood—
She lay gently on her lover's lap; how could she not feel tenderness?
Although his child does not have beautiful long hair.
“No caregiver is as professional as me.” Qin Ge took off the other slipper from the man. “This is my unique technique.”
Huo Beiyuan's slightly furrowed brows relaxed, and his lips curved into a smile. "Then you can do it."
Qin Ge, a former renowned healer, was intimately familiar with the human body's meridians. He meticulously spread the massage cream on the man's legs, pressing every part from his calves to the soles of his feet with his fingers, repeating various techniques such as pushing, pressing, scraping, and scraping until the medicinal effects of the massage cream were fully absorbed.
The massage may seem easy, but it is actually quite physically demanding. Before long, Qin Ge was covered in a light sweat.
After massaging Huo Beiyuan's legs, Qin Ge's pajamas, damp with a thin layer of sweat, clung to his body. The soft, light silk fabric, when worn, resembled a semi-transparent, naked garment, highlighting the boy's exceptionally slender waist and revealing a hint of fresh spring color at the neckline.
Qin Ge glanced down at it, then gave a disdainful twitch at the corner of his mouth, thinking to himself, "I have a slight case of mysophobia."
Well, it feels like this bath was a waste of time.
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