184: Chapter 182 Cure the Illness 184: Chapter 182 Cure the Illness After chatting for a while, Guo Momo’s group of three got along quite well with Zhao Xinxin and Liu Shanshan.
Seeing this, Tangyu secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
Guo Momo and the others went upstairs to wash up and sleep, while Zhao Xinxin and Liu Shanshan did not seem very sleepy.
“Tangyu, I really want to thank you.
I’ll resolve Zhang Guoli’s issue as soon as possible.
Although everyone is kind and enthusiastic, I don’t want to impose on them for too long,” said Zhao Xinxin.
Tangyu replied without insistin, “Then it’s up to you, Sister Xin.” An idea flashed across his mind—if Zhang Guoli’s issue wasn’t resolved, could he let Sister Xin stay here indefinitely?
But this thought was impractical; Zhang Guoli’s underhanded tactics were not targeted at Zhao Xinxin personally, but rather at the competition over the Dali Group case.
As soon as this case was settled, he believed Zhang Guoli would stop causing trouble.
Judging by the situation, it seemed that the matter would be finalized within a week.
Perhaps it was this consideration that prompted Zhao Xinxin to agree to stay here for a while.
“It’s getting late; I’m going to take a shower.
You two keep talking,” Liu Shanshan said as she got up.
In the living room, only Tangyu and Zhao Xinxin remained.
Zhao Xinxin was gently massaging her temples, as if deep in thought.
These past few days had indeed been full of headaches for her.
Now, the most painful thing was figuring out how to win this tough battle.
“Ugh—,” Zhao Xinxin suddenly frowned deeply, with a pained expression crossing her face, and her hand covered her abdomen.
Tangyu immediately looked her way and asked with concern, “Sister Xin, is the pain acting up again?
It seems like your illness has flared up.
It’s about time for your second treatment.”
Zhao Xinxin bit her lip lightly and exclaimed, “It hurts so much, ah!”
Tangyu quickly went over to support Zhao Xinxin, his hand reaching towards her abdomen.
He accidentally touched her hand, and a soft sensation shot up his arm like an electric current.
Zhao Xinxin was startled by Tangyu’s sudden move and struggled to push him away, shooting him a reproachful look.
Tangyu felt somewhat embarrassed; he had only intended to alleviate her pain by imparting some Pure Yang Qi, but he had inadvertently touched her hand.
“Sister Xin, let me help you to your room,” Tangyu said earnestly.
Zhao Xinxin bit her lower lip and then nodded.
She had no doubt in Tangyu’s ability to heal her.
Soon, Tangyu helped Zhao Xinxin to her room, locked the door from inside, and laid her down on the bed.
By now, Zhao Xinxin was curled up in pain, pressing her hands tightly against her abdomen for some relief.
However, this method of suppression was of little use, and her face turned pale with pain; cold sweat also began to bead on her forehead.
“Sister Xin, try to lie flat and let go of your hands.
Leave it to me,” Tangyu said.
“Mm,” Zhao Xinxin grunted in effort, lying flat and moving her hands away from her abdomen.
This caused her facial muscles to twitch with pain.
Without further hesitation, Tangyu gently placed his palm on Zhao Xinxin’s abdomen and let the Pure Yang Qi flow into her, instantly alleviating her pain.
Zhao Xinxin’s suffering subsided, and the painful expression on her face quickly faded.
After easing her pain, Tangyu said, “Sister Xin, please roll up your clothes a bit.”
Zhao Xinxin softly hummed in acknowledgment, slowly rolling up her top to expose her abdomen, which was crystal clear and smooth as mutton-fat jade, silky and milky.
Just the sight of it could captivate any man.
Tangyu’s gaze was fixed.
The direct visual impact was stirring up a desire within him, as Zhao Xinxin’s belly was indeed too attractive.
Especially, the white jade-like skin made him want to grab it with both hands.
“Cough.” Seeing that Tangyu hesitated to proceed, Zhao Xinxin glanced at him, who was intently staring at her belly, and gave a light cough.
Tangyu swallowed nervously, averted his eyes, and said to Zhao Xinxin, “Sister Xin, um—that—is it possible to take off your pants?” As he spoke, he felt a certain part of him stirring—this was the first time such a pure-hearted person like himself had said such words to a girl.
“Mm-hmm!” Zhao Xinxin’s face instantly blushed, and she glared at Tangyu with a blend of bashfulness and admonishment.
However, she also felt a strange sensation as if she wasn’t too angry about Tangyu’s words.
Had it been anyone else, she might have already lashed out.
What was happening to her?
“Are you trying to get yourself killed?” Zhao Xinxin chided sharply, and immediately the pain flared up again.
“Sister Xin, don’t get excited or angry.
I didn’t mean it in that way.
It’s just that the acupoint that needs to be unblocked to treat your condition is three inches below your abdomen, so—if you don’t take off your pants, there’s no way I can administer the treatment.
I can’t accurately hit the acupoint through the pants,” Tangyu quickly explained.
Zhao Xinxin paused; she was aware of Tangyu’s treatment method of unblocking acupoints.
Seeing his serious face, she had no doubt that Tangyu was not using this as an excuse to take advantage of her.
She believed he wouldn’t joke about something so serious, even if he had lecherous thoughts.
However, the thought of doing so in front of a man—even if it was for medical treatment—made Zhao Xinxin hesitate.
“Sister Xin, you just need to lower them a bit, not take them off completely.
Don’t worry, I won’t look indiscriminately.
I am your doctor right now, so let’s not be concerned with those formalities, okay?” Tangyu said seriously; he dared not mention professional ethics in front of Zhao Xinxin, considering she was not a naive girl like Xia Xiaoyu or Lin Feifei.
“Mhm,” Zhao Xinxin finally let out a soft moan, slowly extending her hands toward her pants.
As Zhao Xinxin moved, Tangyu’s gaze grew intense, involuntarily falling upon the sacred ravine beneath her abdomen, especially the raised fortress of the Holy Saint’s Bastion that made his blood surge and his energy flow in reverse.
In his mind, he couldn’t help but entertain certain thoughts, even as he struggled to restrain himself.
Zhao Xinxin’s allure was simply too powerful to control.
Zhao Xinxin glanced at Tangyu and saw the look in his eyes.
Though her face flushed with an indignant hue, she knew there was no helping it.
Inevitable intimacies occurred during treatment.
She could only console herself with the thought that it would be truly tragic if Tangyu showed no reaction at all.
His reaction at least proved she was highly attractive.
A woman always harbors vanity and a desire for beauty.
After all, didn’t they adorn themselves, diet, and spend money on pretty clothes to satisfy their vanity and to be noticed and complimented by men?
Yet, paradoxically, while women yearn for men’s gazes, they often angrily retort, “What are you staring at, pervert?” when men do look at them.
This proves that women are indeed complex creatures.
Perhaps it is this complexity that makes women all the more endearing.
Tangyu began to slowly pull down the pants, revealing a pale blue undergarment and the ravine’s bounteous secrets, inciting a strong desire to plunge in and discover everything hidden within.
Hum—
The sight sent Tangyu’s blood boiling, his body feeling like it had caught fire, growing hot.
His eyes sparkled with an unusual light.
The view was splendid—truly a masterpiece from the heavens.
This was a woman’s most sacred place, one that filled every man with boundless fantasies.
Although it was still lightly veiled, he was now so close.
Tangyu tried to cool down, suppressing the unnamed flames of desire within him.
“Is this okay?” asked Zhao Xinxin.
This snapped Tangyu out of it, like a sharp slap to the face; he averted his gaze and dismissed his impure thoughts, nodding, “Yes, this is fine.”
His expression turned serious, eyes focused as he once again performed the Immortal Finger technique, targeting Zhao Xinxin’s sacred area.
The tips of his fingers flashed with an ethereal charm, quite extraordinary.
Upon touching that place with his finger, Tangyu felt an incredible elasticity and softness that offered no resistance at all—as if he could puncture straight through it.
At this moment, Tangyu was utterly tranquil, as treating patients always brought him to his calmest state, achieving a realm where his mind was as still as water, forgetting everything.
Tangyu quickly formed an array of bizarre seals with his hands, infusing streams of Pure Yang Qi into the acupoints below Zhao Xinxin’s abdomen.
Zhao Xinxin watched calmly, feeling extraordinarily comfortable, like receiving an acupressure massage from a top-tier masseur.
Warm currents flooded her body, giving her a sense of unprecedented relaxation and exhilaration.
Every inch of her skin, even every cell, seemed liberated, utterly at ease.
This feeling was truly wondrous—as if swimming in a clear, blue lake on a hot summer’s day, enjoying the cool water lapping against every inch of skin.
Observing Tangyu’s serious demeanor, a thought suddenly popped into Zhao Xinxin’s head: “I hadn’t noticed it before, but Tangyu is actually quite handsome, giving a strong sense of safety, like a big brother.
He’s also very earnest in what he does.”
With this thought, Zhao Xinxin’s face unexpectedly flushed with a hint of red, surprising even herself.
She hadn’t expected to blush just because she thought Tangyu was quite handsome.
What was there to feel shy about?
She wasn’t a young girl, after all.
Could it be that she had fallen for Tangyu?
Tch, how could that be?
How could she like a man a few years her junior that she had just met a week ago?
She wasn’t that easy.
But the more she thought this way, the more her mind descended into chaos, thoughts surging uncontrollably.
Zhao Xinxin’s already flushed face deepened to the color of a drunk sunset in autumn.
As a powerful woman, this was the first time she felt such bashfulness.
Zhao Xinxin decided to look away from Tangyu, but this did little to alleviate her feelings, leaving her somewhat disordered.