Quick Travel: When a delicate beauty becomes cannon fodder

When she returned to the hotel, Ruan Ruan looked tired and frustrated. Duan Jinyu walked beside her and looked at her almost wrinkled expression, "What's going on?"

She sighed, her drawn-out voice a bit muffled, and she seemed to have no intention of saying anything, "It's nothing-"

After walking some distance, he suddenly stopped and turned to look at him, "What do you think I should do if I just can't practice well?"

She raised her hand, her arm shaking uncontrollably, "Today the martial arts teacher said that I was just a showman before, but now that I start practicing again, I always get tired after a while, and my body starts to protest against me. There is nothing wrong with me at the end of the day. progress……"

Duan Jinyu grabbed her still trembling hand, "So isn't it just the first day?"

The fingertips pressed exactly on a certain acupuncture point or meridian on the arm, and the force was very comfortable. "Why are you saying such depressing words now?"

"That's what I said..."

The wrists were also taken care of. Duan Jinyu let go of her, put his hands on her shoulders, turned her around, and pushed her forward, "Okay, stop thinking about it."

Ruan Ruan was pushed forward for two steps, with some hesitation on his face.

After taking a shower, she lay on the bed. She was slumped there like a boneless body, almost occupying the entire bed. When he saw Duan Jinyu coming over, he slowly moved his position. Without getting up, he just rolled up the quilt and rolled to his side of the bed without much force, which felt like he was out of body.

The mattress beside him sank slightly. Ruan Ruan gave him the quilt and stretched his feet out a little, "I think you are right. I will start working hard tomorrow, but I don't believe it or it won't work - so can you help me press it again?" ?Neck and shoulder pain.”

After speaking, his tone became pitiful, and he had already turned over and laid down.

Seeing that he didn't respond, she raised her head with difficulty to look at him. Duan Jinyu pressed his palm on the back of her neck, pinching her somewhere. She hummed softly in comfort, and was pressed down again with the force, her face sunk. In the pillow.

She didn't get up. She adjusted her position against the pillow and commanded, "A little lower."

"Too light."

"A little further up, no, there's too much up. A little further down, there's also the side."

"Tsk, you're pretty good at summoning people."

The finger bones pressed open the sore and stiff muscles, and Ruan Ruan hummed comfortably, Quan responded.

"Then I don't work under you, so there's no problem if you take charge."

"Okay -" the response was lazily.

Ruan Ruan directed him a few more words, her voice getting lower and lower, and the intervals getting longer and longer. She fell into a comfortable drowsiness, and her eyelids blinked slowly.

Her stiff calf was suddenly pressed, and the strong sourness stimulated her to wake up a little. She couldn't help but cry out. Her leg subconsciously struggled, but he caught it. "Don't you need to press your leg?" she saw. She reacted fiercely, "Is it because you feel uncomfortable?"

Ruan Ruan stopped talking. She felt more and more comfortable after the soreness just now. She lay back down again and let him move.

Although she didn't ask him to pinch it here.

She yawned, her eyes were a little moist, and she said in a vague voice earlier this time, "I want to go to sleep, just a little softer."

I always feel that he just had some intentional elements and must be stopped in advance.

After a good night's sleep, he still felt a little uncomfortable, even feeling a little worse than yesterday. Ruan Ruan struggled to get out of bed, almost dragging his body around.

After a few days, I eventually fell ill.