thefictionvixens My favorite line in Chapter 66 is, "You're pressing down on my hair!"
My favorite line in Chapter 66 is, "You're pressing down on my hair!"
More than an hour later.
Having just recovered from the soreness in her arms and legs, Meng Ziyi was now experiencing a bit of lower back pain and weakness in her limbs, so she looked at Han Xian with pitiful eyes.
The beauty was not feeling well, and Han Xian certainly knew what to do.
She helped Meng Ziyi lie down, rubbing her hands together to warm them up while admiring her perfect figure so close to her.
Needless to say, Sister Meng's face is considered by many to be that of an internet celebrity, but she is undeniably beautiful. With light makeup, she is as sweet as a lychee, and with heavy makeup, she is as radiant as a rose.
She has a slender yet voluptuous figure, with straight shoulders and smooth, natural lines in her neck and shoulders. Her collarbones are delicate and attractive, her arms are straight and fleshy, her waist is as thin as a willow, and her two incredibly long legs are straight, white, thin, and long.
Her skin was fair and delicate, and in some places you could see the bluish veins under her snow-white skin.
The big parts should be big, the small parts should be small, and the thin parts should be thin. Adding an inch would make it too fat, and subtracting an inch would make it too thin.
Overall, Meng Ziyi has a figure that's good for clothes, but she's also a little thin.
Han Xian began massaging the Jianjing acupoints on both sides of his body, pressing against the smooth and delicate skin, while he started lecturing.
"I usually wear clothes that don't expose my shoulders, so cold air got into my two Jianjing acupoints, making it difficult to even lift my arms."
"Don't expose your legs too much. Wear thermal pants whenever possible. Don't think that showing your legs is beautiful. You'll suffer from arthritis in ten or twenty years!"
"And the navel, that's one of the most important acupoints in the human body, especially for girls. Getting it cold can cause chills all over the body, abdominal pain, and diarrhea. Since you have a sensitive stomach, you should be especially careful not to wear crop tops!"
"in addition……"
God!
Let me die!
If all else fails, just fainting is fine too!
Meng Ziyi pulled the blanket over her face, her voice muffled and weak as she protested, "Dr. Han Xian, if you're going to massage me, just massage me, can you stop nagging like my mother? It's torture!"
Han Xian stopped abruptly, then slapped the fleshy area, making it tremble. "Shut up! I'm doing this for your own good!"
"Don't you think you're incredibly 'dad-like'? You're a year younger than me, but you're even more talkative than my dad! My mom can't keep up with you!"
"Your parents? Someone just called me 'husband'..."
"No! I didn't! Don't talk nonsense!!!"
"Hiss~ Don't move!"
"Oh dear! Why are you doing this again... No, no..."
"I think you can do it!"
"I don't think I can do it!"
"Don't tell me what you think, tell me what I think!"
"You... Waaah~"
……
More than an hour later, Meng Ziyi was really sore and weak, and she didn't even have the strength to act cute or pitiful anymore.
She suddenly realized she had been hooked.
When she was being affectionate with Han Xian before, she realized that Han Xian was not a "male version of Lin Daiyu".
But she felt that since he already had that nickname, even if he wasn't the complete Lin Daiyu, he should at least be a little weaker.
But reality dealt her a heavy blow!
In comparison, she's more like Lin Daiyu herself, but a weaker version!
As for Han Xian, even if he is the "male version of Lin Daiyu", he is still the super strong type who can uproot a willow tree!
Thinking of this, Meng Ziyi's expression turned even more unpleasant!
Handsome, yet universally recognized as the "male version of Lin Daiyu," Han Xian's characteristics are extremely appealing to some female celebrities!
It is foreseeable that there will be no shortage of female celebrities who will willingly fall into the trap and be deceived in the future!
She has a strangely large number of competitors!
"..."
Han Xian changed the bed sheet, folded it neatly as Meng Ziyi had instructed, wrung out a warm towel to wipe the sweat off Meng Ziyi's body, and then helped her change into the pure cotton pajamas he had just retrieved from her room.
As soon as his large hand touched Meng Ziyi's fair and soft legs, she shuddered and quickly pulled her legs away, covering herself with the blanket. "No need to press, no need to press, I'll just lie here and get a good night's sleep. I'll be recovered by tomorrow morning."
Han Xian looked at Meng Ziyi, who was hiding under the covers, with surprise. "You... are hiding from me? Why?"
Meng Ziyi glanced at Han Xian's pajama bottoms, blushed, and turned her head away, her voice barely audible, "I'm afraid you'll..."
"Do you see me as someone who doesn't know how to care for others?"
"..."
Meng Ziyi snorted and gave him a beautiful eye roll, then pointed to the bedside table next to her, which was covered with evidence of Han Xian's crimes—two strawberry flavored and two lychee flavored ones.
Even if half or even one of them were missing, she wouldn't avoid Han Xian.
cough cough...
Han Xian felt a little embarrassed.
It's not entirely his fault; this was the first time he talked about life and ideals, and he got a little carried away.
Han Xian coughed twice. "This time I have no ulterior motives. I genuinely want to massage your muscles and bones. I swear on my honor!"
Meng Ziyi glanced sideways at Han Xian, "Swear on your honor? Are you sure... you still have an honor?"
"Meng Ziyi, if you keep making sarcastic remarks, my reputation will be ruined right now. Strawberry or lychee flavor, you can choose, one box is enough."
"...I was wrong! I apologize! I shouldn't have said that to you!"
Meng Ziyi apologized without hesitation, not even for a second.
She wanted to stand up for herself and ignore Han Xian's threats, but her weak body and lack of strength prevented her from doing so.
Sister Meng truly lives up to her name!
Clever!
Han Xian gave Meng Ziyi a thumbs up, rubbed his hands together to warm them, and began to massage her limbs, lower back, and cervical spine... The pressure was moderate, and the acupoints were precise, making her feel so comfortable that her eyelids became heavy.
By the time Han Xian stopped, Meng Ziyi had already comfortably closed her eyes.
It's so good to be young; you can fall asleep as soon as your head hits the pillow.
Han Xian smiled, wiped his hands, and quietly lay down next to Meng Ziyi.
Feeling the warmth emanating from Han Xian, Meng Ziyi moved closer and nestled in his arms, letting out a comfortable hum, though her brows furrowed slightly before relaxing.
With his beloved in his arms, Han Xian could feel that Meng Ziyi's body was soft, warm, and fragrant; it felt so comfortable to hold her.
He turned his head and kissed Meng Ziyi's smooth forehead, his voice very soft, "What time is Chen Yao coming tomorrow?"
Meng Ziyi mumbled in a daze, "Yao-mei? She said... she'll leave after lunch and asked me to treat her to a big meal. She should arrive around five or six o'clock tomorrow night."
Tomorrow night around 5 or 6 pm?
He had more time than he thought; tomorrow morning…
Han Xian glanced at the drowsy Meng Ziyi in his arms, his gaze falling on her slightly furrowed brows. He raised his hand and gently stroked them twice, but it didn't smooth them out.
He simply stopped pressing it; some of the pain required a night's sleep to relieve, and his brow would be smooth by tomorrow morning.
He tucked her in, kissed her rosy lips, and received a sweet little hum in response before closing his eyes to sleep.
……
The next morning.
The sun rises in the east.
Morning light seeped in through the gaps in the curtains, a few long, thin rays falling precisely on the bedside table, illuminating the room with a soft, hazy glow.
Han Xian was woken up by his biological clock, and when he opened his eyes, he saw Meng Ziyi sleeping softly and cutely with her side facing him.
Her jet-black hair cascaded down like a waterfall, mostly covering the pillow, with a few strands clinging to her face and a mischievous lock landing near her mouth.
Her bare face, without any makeup, resembled a peeled egg; her skin was as white as milk and so tender it seemed you could squeeze water out of it.
The slight frown on his brow has relaxed; he must have slept through the night and the pain has lessened.
Her eyelashes were long and curled, occasionally trembling, and I wondered what she was dreaming about.
Her lychee-colored lips were moist and occasionally twitched slightly, making him want to kiss them.
Under the sunlight, her swan-like neck, delicate collarbone, and fair chest shone with a snowy glow, making her exceptionally alluring.
Her right arm and right leg were lazily draped over him, having absolutely nothing to do with the beautiful woman's sleeping posture!
After admiring Meng Ziyi's languid sleeping posture, Han Xian gently pushed her hands and feet away, quietly got out of bed, covered her with the quilt, and smoothed the messy hair at the corner of her mouth.
He took his clothes to the living room, put them on, and without even washing up, left with his phone and two room keys.
……
Sunlight fell on her face, and Meng Ziyi frowned, muttered something, and shifted her position. Her right arm unconsciously slapped forward, but she missed.
The room was quiet for about ten seconds, then she suddenly opened her eyes and looked ahead.
The traces of Han Xian sleeping there were still there, but he was gone.
???
It's only early in the morning, and this rascal has already gone missing?
He wouldn't do something like taking advantage of you and then denying everything, would he?
It shouldn't be... right?
He may be a bit of a jerk, but he just got her, so he probably won't let her go so quickly.
Moreover, he once said that although he was a scumbag, he was fickle and didn't dislike the old, so he probably wouldn't run away so early in the morning.
Meng Ziyi was on tenterhooks, saying "should" several times, when she suddenly heard a crisp sound of a door opening, followed by her familiar footsteps.
Looking up, I saw Han Xian carrying a lot of food and drinks into the living room, with a thin layer of sweat on his forehead.
Their eyes met, and Han Xian held up the breakfast in an insulated bag. "I just bought you this Northeastern breakfast. Want to eat it while it's hot?"
Meng Ziyi smiled, her almond-shaped eyes filled with a look of satisfaction. A dual radiance of girlish innocence and allure shone on her fair and pretty face. "You got up so early just to buy me breakfast?"
"yes."
Han Xian smiled faintly, "You didn't eat much last night, so you'll definitely be hungry when you wake up this morning. Your stomach isn't very good, so you need to eat breakfast on time while it's hot."
Meng Ziyi raised an eyebrow slightly, her sweet, childlike voice tinkling, "Then I want to sleep a little longer, and eat after I wake up, okay?"
"Okay! I'll take a nap with you."
"Hehe! So good!"
Meng Ziyi nestled sweetly in Han Xian's arms, inhaling his sunny scent, and drifted off to sleep.
More than two hours later, she slowly woke up. Before she even opened her eyes, her first words were crisp and clear.
"You stinky Han Xian! You stepped on my hair!"