"It's good to bring some people, but not too many."
"With Master Ye here, we're sure to win the arena battle," Hong Sihai said.
"Ah Biao, have someone investigate Chen Guang's situation and keep a close eye on him."
“Yes, Fourth Master.” Wang Biao nodded in response.
"That's enough for today. You can take me home," Hong Sihai said.
"I'll go get the car now," Wang Biao nodded and said.
Time passed slowly. Meanwhile, in Ye Chen's room, the massage therapy was not yet over.
Ye Chen increased the speed of his massage, continuously channeling his true energy into his hands.
A warm sensation continued to spread across Qiao Lina's lower abdomen.
Qiao Lina's face was flushed, like a ripe peach.
Even my breathing became much more rapid, and the breath I exhaled felt warm.
It would be a lie for Qiao Lina to say that she felt nothing or had no reaction at this moment.
She bit her lip lightly, gripped the sheets tightly with both hands, and pressed her two long, beautiful legs close to the sheets.
"Lina, how are you feeling? Is there anything wrong?" Ye Chen asked.
"No, I didn't," Qiao Lina replied softly.
"The next treatment is crucial, so I will increase the intensity and frequency."
"If you can't stand it, speak up immediately," Ye Chen reminded him.
"It's alright, Ye Chen. Just go ahead and treat me. I can handle it."
"This old ailment has been bothering me for so long, I don't want to see it for another second."
"I can't breathe," Qiao Lina said.
"Okay, then I'll begin," Ye Chen said.
True energy rapidly gathered in his palm, its concentration doubling compared to before.
Ye Chen's eyes narrowed, and he precisely pressed the acupoints, then channeled his true energy into them.
"ah!"
Qiao Lina suddenly groaned, her body tensed, and then she trembled.
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