My Dongguan Love Story

I looked at Lin Huiqing's pale thighs with a troubled expression; this area was rather sensitive. After all, there's a difference between men and women, and I felt a little embarrassed to press there.

His fingertips hovered in mid-air, hesitant to drop them; his Adam's apple bobbed involuntarily; and his gaze instinctively turned away, not daring to look around carelessly.

"What's wrong?" Lin Huiqing waited for a while, but I still didn't give her a massage. She turned her head slightly to look at me.

I felt Lin Huiqing's expectant gaze, and my ears burned. I lowered my voice, a little embarrassed, and said, "This place is too sensitive. There's a difference between men and women, so it's really not easy for me to make a move."

Lin Huiqing hadn't thought much about it until I said that men and women are different and that thighs are somewhat private, then she realized what I meant.

Although she didn't understand much about matters between men and women, she vaguely grasped the meaning and, feeling a little embarrassed, murmured softly:

"I'm sorry, I didn't think too much about it..."

After saying that, she rubbed her thigh and asked me, "Brother-in-law, my thigh is really sore, I don't even have the strength to walk. If you can't massage it for me, are there any other ways to relieve it?"

Seeing her distressed and embarrassed expression, my heart softened a bit. I quickly withdrew my somewhat awkward gaze, thought for a moment, and said, "It's really inconvenient to massage here. I can teach your sister, and she can massage you."

"Huh?" Lin Huimin was taken aback by my words and waved her hands repeatedly, "I don't know how."

"I can teach you if you don't know how. Lie down first."

Hearing my words, Lin Huimin reluctantly lay down. According to Lin Huiqing, the soreness in her thighs was mainly due to muscle fatigue. She needed to push from her ankles to her groin, following the direction of blood flow, with moderate pressure and not too much force.

I spread my thumb and four fingers apart, like clamps, and pinch the muscles on the front and back of my thighs. I focus on massaging the Xuehai, Fengshi, and Chengshan acupoints.

It was Lin Huimin's first time having her acupoints massaged. The soreness and slight itching made her feel uncomfortable all over, and she unconsciously twisted her body slightly. I gently reminded her to behave and not move around, otherwise the inaccurate pressure would not have the desired relaxing effect.

Although she agreed, the soreness made her body twist and turn involuntarily.

Seeing this, I gently slapped her bottom to stop her from moving around. She then became a little more obedient.

After massaging for a while, I stopped. Lin Huimin felt much better in her legs. I then asked her to massage Lin Huiqing in the same way I had.

She scratched her head and tried to imitate the cat's movements, but her touch wasn't very accurate, though it did provide some relief to Lin Huiqing.

An hour later, the entire massage process was finally over. The night outside the window was quiet, the hands of the wall clock had already passed ten o'clock, and the surroundings were exceptionally quiet.

Lin Huimin and I lay on the bed. She nestled in my arms, looked up at me with a smile, and said, "Dazhuang, I didn't know you could do massage! You're pretty good!"

I smiled and nodded at her teasing words: "My skills are pretty good, right? Why don't I open a women's massage parlor in the urban village, specializing in massaging women? With my strength and looks, I'm sure many girls would come from far and wide, and business would be booming."

Upon hearing my words, Lin Huimin's smile vanished instantly. She rolled her eyes playfully, lightly patted my shoulder, glared at me, and said with a hint of coquettishness, "You dare?"

I was just teasing her. Seeing her feigning anger, I deliberately joked, "If I, a grown man, opened a massage parlor, no men would come. If I didn't serve women, how would I survive?"

Lin Huimin immediately adopted a surrender stance, puffed out her cheeks, and snorted, but there was a hint of amusement in her eyes, her tone domineering yet coquettish: "Hmph! If you really want to open a massage parlor, you can only serve me."

As she spoke, she lay down in my arms!

Listening to her words, I smiled and said, "Can I refuse?"

"No." Lin Huimin looked up at me, her eyes filled with affection, and suddenly gave me a light peck on the lips.

I said, still wanting more, "Is that all the reward?"

Hearing my words, Lin Huimin's face unconsciously flushed, and her ears turned a faint pink. She rolled over and sat on my stomach, looking down at me, her nose touching mine, her face blushing, and said shyly, "So, Mr. Chen, what would you like?"

Her breath, warm and gentle, wafted in and out, caressing my face. I couldn't resist hugging her, rolling over and pressing myself against her: "Hehe, I want a midnight snack."

The bed started shaking.

Lin Huiqing was reading in her room when she heard her sister's screams. Her heart tightened, and she quickly went outside, glancing towards her sister's room, feeling worried about her. But then she remembered what her sister had just said: whenever she made those sounds, it wasn't because her brother-in-law had hit her, but because of a massage; the soreness was what made her scream.

She believed this, because when her brother-in-law pressed her acupoints, she couldn't help but groan, though not as loudly as her sister.

Hearing her sister's voice, she couldn't help but feel a little envious: "I want to find a boyfriend who knows how to massage in the future, so that when my hands and feet are sore, someone will massage me."

Thinking of this, Lin Huiqing sighed. "My brother-in-law is good in every way, except he's too traditional. It's just a simple thigh massage, and he hesitates for ages before actually massaging me, making my sister do it instead. My sister's massage technique is rather mediocre; my legs are still sore."

My lower back and stomach also feel uncomfortable.

I'll see if I can ask my sister and brother-in-law to give me a massage another day.

Lin Huiqing shrugged and went back inside to do her homework. These days, college students don't actually have much homework. But she wants to pursue postgraduate studies, and although she's only a freshman, she's already started looking at books for the exam.

After struggling for several hours, I was completely exhausted. I was panting heavily, my eyelids were so heavy I could barely lift them, and I fell into a deep sleep shortly after my head hit the pillow.

I didn't hear any of the calls Tang Yan made this morning. It wasn't until the ninth call that I woke up groggily.

I was groggily awakened by the shrill ring of the phone, my head still a little fuzzy, my body still feeling the fatigue of last night. I raised my hand to rub my sore and swollen eyes, my vision blurry. After a few moments of adjusting to the dim light, I finally found the vibrating phone on the corner of the bedside table.

I picked up my phone and saw that it was Tang Yan calling. I was immediately jolted awake, and cold sweat broke out on my forehead.

But instead of answering the phone directly, I looked up at the door and saw Lin Huimin and Lin Huiqing preparing breakfast, not noticing me.

I tiptoed off the bed, pinched the door frame with my fingertips, and slowly closed the door, trying not to make a sound.

Then he walked to the bedside, carefully pressed the answer button, and held the phone to his ear.

Tang Yan's slightly tired voice came through the phone: "Hey? Da Zhuang, I just got off my night shift and I'm so tired! Can you come pick me up?"

"Okay, I'll come pick you up." I replied to the person on the other end of the phone and nodded slightly.

Thinking about how I'm working the middle shift today, I don't have to rush to the second factory, so I have plenty of time.

Outside the door, Lin Huiqing was carrying breakfast when she heard Dazhuang's phone ring. She looked up at the room and asked Lin Huimin with some confusion, "Sister, brother-in-law's phone has been ringing for ages. Why didn't you wake him up to answer it?"

Lin Huimin was actually woken up early by Dazhuang's phone ringing. She quietly reached for her phone beside her pillow and saw that the caller ID was Tang Yan. A feeling of awkwardness and bitterness welled up inside her. She gripped the phone tightly, her fingers clenching slightly. Several times she wanted to answer the phone and say a few words to him.

But then she thought about it again and forced herself to hold back. She knew that if she acted rashly and impulsively, she would only push people away and end up losing Dazhuang completely.

She could only suppress the surging jealousy and resentment in her heart, forcing herself to pretend that she hadn't heard or seen anything. She got up and left the bedroom, tiptoed into the kitchen, and started making breakfast, trying to use busyness to suppress the awkwardness in her heart.

But Tang Yan was like a persistent female ghost, calling endlessly. She only stopped when she woke Da Zhuang up and got through.

She pretended not to care, but inside she felt like she was being scratched by a cat. She secretly pricked up her ears and unconsciously glanced towards the door, eager to hear what Dazhuang and Tang Yan were saying on the phone. Every word of their conversation tugged at her heartstrings.