20 years of restarting life

Chapter 3825 The Difference Between Traditional Chinese Medicine and Western Medicine
Last time, on the plane, Zhao Chang'an volunteered to give Ke Yaqing a massage. In less than five minutes, she felt a warm current flowing through her body, and she became sleepy and couldn't keep her eyes open. Then, unexpectedly, she fell into a deep sleep.

Although she wasn't entirely clear on exactly which places Zhao Chang'an pressed while she was asleep, because such deep sleep makes it impossible to perceive anything, she still carefully looked at the area after waking up, when she got off the plane and took a shower at the hotel, and basically figured out where Zhao Chang'an had pressed while she was asleep.

Because her skin is so delicate, even a light kiss on her neck can leave a hickey that takes two or three days to fade, let alone when Zhao Chang'an pressed hard.

It was clear that Zhao Chang'an's hands were relatively well-behaved. Although the bruises were in a woman's private area, Ke Yaqing, as the person receiving the treatment, felt that it was perfectly acceptable.

However, more than ten minutes have passed now, and she just feels comfortable and wants to sleep, without the mental struggle and resistance she had last time, desperately reminding herself not to fall asleep.

Moreover, Zhao Chang'an's massage areas were also very conventional, concentrated on the head and the back of the neck, as if he were tied up and couldn't let go freely.

She could clearly feel that the therapeutic effect of Zhao Chang'an's massage this time was far less than that of the last time.

This was clearly not the situation Ke Yaqing wanted, and she couldn't help but anxiously remind Zhao Chang'an, implying that she could accept the situation just like the massage of her breasts last time.

“Yes, Brother Zhao, we all understand the principle of not hiding one’s illness from medical treatment. Just treat Sister Ke as you normally would, there’s nothing wrong with that.”

Shen Youli looked for a long time, and her eyes were getting tired. Moreover, her headache was getting worse, and she felt the muscles and nerves on both sides of her cheeks twitching uncontrollably. In her anxiety, her analogy became a bit rough.

Although it's crude, it's quite vivid.

Upon hearing Shen Youli's vulgar analogy, both Zhao Chang'an and Ke Yaqing, who had her eyes closed, turned their heads to look at her and saw the prominent veins on her pretty face and her cheeks twitching.

“Sister Ke, there is a slight difference between traditional Chinese medicine and Western medicine in terms of physical therapy. Western medicine tends to use double the dose the first time and then return to the normal dose, while traditional Chinese medicine often involves a gradual increase in dosage through trial and error.”

Wen Ye had already provided a treatment plan for Ke Yaqing's second massage, which is why Zhao Chang'an requested that the lights be turned off for the massage, even though Shen Youli was watching.

Ke Yaqing was actually quite comfortable with the massage, so much so that her reaction was a beat slower, while Shen Youli was trying hard to regain control of her facial nerves and didn't understand the meaning behind Zhao Chang'an's words.

After a while, Ke Yaqing asked, puzzled, "How do I increase the dosage?"

"So I asked for the lights to be turned off, and with my precise control, Sister Ke would never make a mistake in the dark. As for Xiao Li, if she doesn't object, I can give her a little massage later, but it's just a regular massage. For a professional massage and manipulation, we'll have to wait for Wen Ye to come up with a specific plan."

Zhao Chang'an remained unwilling to describe the extent of this increase, but Ke Yaqing finally understood and blushed slightly.

Last time, it could be said that Zhao Chang'an had treated the upper half of her chest, so this time the treatment would be doubled. Even if Zhao Chang'an didn't say it explicitly, she could guess how much he would massage.

This kind of massage is indeed not suitable for outsiders to watch, especially since Shen Youli is still an unmarried girl.

Even though she herself said that one should not shy away from seeking medical help when one is ill, Zhao Chang'an is not an old Chinese medicine doctor with white hair. Even if he were an old Chinese medicine doctor with white hair, she would still hesitate.

Ke Yaqing asked hesitantly, "Will we continue with a gradual approach next time?"

This is very important. If you keep pressing down, there won't be any tummy bulge, but if you keep pressing down below the navel, she really can't stand it.

She preferred to endure the headache, knowing that she had only ever had intimate contact with one man in her entire life, and she understood the principle of not avoiding medical help when ill, but she couldn't go to any lengths. "No, this is normal."

Zhao Chang'an played word games with his words, saying that the normal amount could also be increased, tripled, or even taken to the extreme depending on actual needs.

Ke Yaqing felt her heart race, her face flushed even more, and her ears and neck turned a faint rose-red.

Just as an older man enjoys touching a young and beautiful woman, a woman in her early forties felt a shy sweetness as she was being pressed by the handsome and dashing Zhao Chang'an, who exuded masculinity. Deep in her soul, Satan even whispered in her ear, "If you moan boldly, you will achieve great pleasure."

However, her pride as a woman led her to choose to endure it.

As for anything else, loyalty and chastity simply don't exist for her, because she has always despised such moral norms, and she has never been loyal to anything, let alone had any reason to uphold some ridiculous chastity for others.

Ke Yaqing gritted her teeth and said, "Go ahead and press the button. Xiao Shen, go watch TV in the living room and turn off the door and lights while you're at it."

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Shen Youli sat on the sofa in the living room, her hands tightly covering her cheeks to stop them from throbbing uncontrollably.

Even with the tangled fear in her heart and the TV volume turned up a bit too loud, she could still faintly hear Ke Yaqing's moans coming from inside the closed bedroom door.

Would Zhao Chang'an take this opportunity to sleep with Ke Yaqing?
Shen Youli suddenly had this absurd and bizarre idea pop into her mind, and then laughed at herself for being foolish. How could this be possible?

However, given Ke Yaqing's beauty, Shen Youli felt it was understandable that Zhao Chang'an would forcibly touch her a few times in the dark. She wondered if, given Ke's explosive temper, she would slap him hard across the face.

Thinking of this, she suddenly remembered that Zhao Chang'an had just said he would massage her later, so would he touch her?
She had never been touched like this by a man before, not even when she was dancing in the troupe. Thinking about this, she couldn't help but feel her face burning and she was a little hesitant about whether or not to let Zhao Chang'an massage her.

After thinking for a while, Shen Youli suddenly woke up and was surprised to find that her cheeks were twitching uncontrollably.

Moreover, the bedroom finally quieted down, and the jarring noise stopped. It was probably because Zhao Chang'an had put Ke Yaqing to sleep again.

In the dark, would Zhao Chang'an take advantage of Ke Yaqing while she was asleep?

Shen Youli drank about half a jin of liquor tonight. The air conditioner in the living room was still blowing warm air. She was hugging a cartoon bear pillow on the sofa, which Ke Yaqing said belonged to Liang Lian. She liked to hug it while watching TV.

The compound agarwood that Zhao Chang'an lit had a calming and sleep-inducing effect. Shen Youli, whose body was under extreme tension and exhaustion, was also affected by the agarwood and drank a lot of wine.

Before she knew it, she had hugged the cartoon pillow and drifted off to sleep.

In my dream, it seemed as if Zhao Chang'an was giving me a massage and physical therapy, which felt so comfortable.

(End of this chapter)