Tian Xiaohui immediately stuffed the safflower oil in her hand into Qin Zheng's hand, and said as if throwing away a hot potato: "Brother Qin Zheng, you apply it on him. He always complains that my hand is too heavy."
"Don't worry, don't worry!"
Gu Jin's eyes were filled with fear. "Your hand wasn't heavy, really, not heavy at all!"
Qin Zheng's hand should be heavier, please!
Not only was his hand heavy, but listen to his tone just now, it was obvious that he disliked him for not being tough enough. What if he was deliberately trying to punish him!
The next second, his back suddenly felt cold. Qin Zheng poured safflower oil into his palm and patted his back heavily.
Gu Jin suddenly let out a breath of cold air.
Qin Zheng was calm and said slowly, "You have to rub it harder so that the blood stasis can be dispersed quickly. Just bear with it."
After saying that, he exerted force on his hands.
"ah!"
Gu Jin, whose body was bent into a curve, screamed and tried to get up and run away, but Qin Zheng held him down with one hand and poured half a bottle of cold safflower oil on his back.
"Just give you a push."
Qin Zheng raised the corner of his mouth maliciously, tilted his head and shouted: "Tian Xiaohui, come and help!"
"Okay!"
Tian Xiaohui's face showed deep excitement. She rushed forward, grabbed Gu Jin's struggling arms and pressed them on top of his head.
"Young man, don't struggle. The more you struggle, the more excited I am!"
"Help! Kill the pigs!!"
“Hahahahahaha!”
Tian Xiaohui laughed even more wildly, picked up the silk handkerchief, and covered Gu Jin's mouth with it with evil humor.
Qin Zheng also increased the strength of rubbing the safflower oil.
When the muscles were pressed, there were waves of dull pain, and Gu Jin cried out in pain.
The small house was bustling with activity.
Ye Yun, who had already hidden outside the house, couldn't help but smile sympathetically when she saw this scene.
Met Qin Zheng and Tian Xiaohui.
It's his bad luck.
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