My Dongguan Love Story

Lin Huimin remained silent for a long time, her face filled with unspeakable embarrassment. Looking at her sister's appearance, Lin Huiqing instantly made a conclusion in her mind, subconsciously assuming that her sister had been bullied for a long time, and even if she suffered grievances, she dared not speak the truth.

She was both anxious and angry, her brows furrowed with rage. Unable to contain herself any longer, she turned around and prepared to find Dazhuang in the room to confront him directly.

Lin Huiqing clenched her fists, her eyes reddening, and turned to rush towards the bedroom to confront Dazhuang.

Lin Huimin's heart tightened, and she instantly came to her senses. She hurriedly stepped forward, grabbed her arm tightly, and spoke in a low voice, her voice both urgent and shy:

"Xiaoqing, don't go! It's not what you think, you've misunderstood!"

She was so anxious that sweat beaded on her nose and her cheeks were still burning. She really didn't know how to explain such a private matter to her younger sister who had just come of age. She could only helplessly hold her back, afraid that she would rush in and the situation would completely get out of control.

Lin Huiqing's eyes reddened as she looked at her sister's embarrassed and speechless state, her heart filled with heartache, and her tone was firm:

"Sister, I can't just stand by and watch you continue to suffer!"

After saying that, she forcefully broke free from Lin Huimin's hand and rushed towards the bedroom.

Lin Huimin was in a panic. She quickly grabbed her wrist tightly, her voice trembling with anxiety, her cheeks burning red. After stammering for a while, she said:

"It's really not what you think. My sister was screaming just now not because her husband hit her in pain, but because it felt so good."

"So you're moaning because it feels so good?" Lin Huiqing tilted her head and looked at her sister with a puzzled expression.

Lin Huimin didn't know how to explain it to her. She couldn't very well say it was because she felt good, could she? Her mind raced, searching for a solution. Suddenly, an idea struck her, and she quickly smiled at her sister and said:

"Your brother-in-law was just giving my sister a massage. She was doing that because she felt comfortable. Your brother-in-law and I have a very good relationship. He is an upright person and would never bully or hit me."

"Massage?" Lin Huiqing looked at her sister with doubt, she stopped insisting on asking for clarification, sat down next to her sister and thought about it, and felt that what her sister said should be right.

After all, during a massage, you feel both sore and painful, but it's also very comfortable, which is why you shout.

Judging from my sister's screams just now, my brother-in-law must be a very good masseur!

Hearing her sister's question, Lin Huimin didn't think twice. To dispel her sister's doubts, she quickly said, "Your brother-in-law is a very good massage therapist; he studied massage before."

"You've studied massage? And you're very skilled?" Lin Huiqing looked at her sister with a questioning gaze.

To convince her younger sister completely and prevent her from thinking that Dazhuang had hit her and thus developing a bad impression of him, Lin Huimin nodded repeatedly in affirmation: "Yes, yes, your brother-in-law is a very good massage therapist."

Hearing her sister's words, Lin Huiqing hesitated for a long time, stammering that she had something to say but was too embarrassed to say it.

Lin Huimin watched her younger sister's expression nervously, her heart filled with unease. She was already worried that her naive sister might overthink things, and she was even more afraid that this matter would cause unnecessary trouble. The thought that her sister might not fully believe this explanation, and instead start to imagine all sorts of things, even directly misinterpreting what she had heard today and telling their parents back home, misunderstanding that Dazhuang had bullied her, would leave her with no way to defend herself.

So she took her younger sister's fair hand and asked, "Sister, please speak freely. What is there for us sisters to be embarrassed about?"

Hearing her sister's words, Lin Huiqing mustered her courage and looked up at her: "Sister, my neck and shoulders have been so sore from studying these past few days. I'd like to go to a massage parlor, but I'm a little scared. Luckily, my brother-in-law has massage skills and is very good at it. I'd like him to give me a massage."

After Lin Huiqing finished speaking, she looked a little embarrassed. After all, her brother-in-law had just arrived, and it didn't seem appropriate for her to ask him to give her a massage or order him around on their first meeting.

But lately, her neck has been really sore from looking down at books. She was planning to go to a massage parlor today, but when she got to the door, a bald middle-aged man greeted her. When he heard she wanted a massage, his eyes changed, as if he wanted to eat her alive, which scared her so much that she ran away.

Her brother-in-law's massage skills were so good that she was immediately smitten.

After she finished speaking, she glanced at her sister furtively, wondering if her request had been too unreasonable. Feeling a little embarrassed, she said, "Let's just forget about it."

Lin Huimin thought her younger sister had some ideas, but when she heard that it was just about having Dazhuang massage her, she didn't react for a moment. Seeing that her sister was embarrassed, she smiled and waved her hand: "Oh, this is simple. We're all family. I'll talk to your brother-in-law."

After Lin Huimin finished speaking, she went into the room and started talking to me about it.

I was taken aback by her words: "Massage? You're really good at making things up."

Hearing what I said, Lin Huimin grabbed my hands and said with a smile, "Oh, please help me out! My sister has been reading for over ten years, it's normal for her neck to be sore. After all, she's a 19-year-old young lady. I already had cervical spondylosis when I was her age."

It's not that I'm unwilling to help; giving her a massage is a piece of cake for me. But there are always some inconveniences between men and women. What if I accidentally touch something inappropriate? That would be embarrassing, wouldn't it?

Hearing what I said, Lin Huimin shook her head repeatedly: "Oh dear, just be careful, it'll be alright."

As she spoke, she took my hand and led me outside.

Lin Huiqing looked nervously into the house, wondering if her brother-in-law would be willing? Would he think it was inappropriate to ask her to do chores on their first meeting? Just then, she saw her sister leading her brother-in-law out.

"Sis, I talked to your brother-in-law, and he immediately agreed that it was no problem. If you feel uncomfortable anywhere, tell him and he can help you massage it."

Hearing her sister's words, Lin Huiqing smiled happily and quickly pointed to her waist, arms, neck, and thighs, saying that they all felt a little sore.

My waist and neck are sore from looking down at books for too long, and my thighs are sore and swollen from constantly running up and down.

I nodded and said to her, "Then lie down first."

"Oh." Lin Huiqing obediently lay down on the sofa, while Lin Huimin sat beside her, her eyes sparkling as she looked at me.

I reached out and gently pinched her neck; it was indeed a bit strained.

Lin Huimin was right about one thing: I did learn massage from a master. After all, I often get injured while practicing martial arts, so massage is indispensable. Over time, although I'm not as skilled as a professional, I'm still much better than the massage therapists in the shop.

I pressed firmly on Lin Huiqing's Fengchi acupoint on her neck for a while, and she felt a sense of comfort. It seemed like blood was flowing back to the acupoint on her neck. This was because she usually looked down at books for too long, which damaged her Fengchi acupoint.

If this area is overused, it can lead to insufficient blood flow, resulting in mild symptoms such as dry, sore, and heavy eyes, or severe symptoms such as dizziness, nausea, and numbness in the arms.

After massaging her neck and hands, I looked at her thighs, which were covered by a short skirt, and suddenly I didn't know how to massage them anymore.