You sell swords, I go crazy, join hands to rectify the entertainment industry

3 minute later.

The two who had switched the battlefield back to the master bedroom took their positions.

Jiang Qiyu opened her arms parallel to each other, and she was lying on the bed straight, with her neck stretched out like a death row prisoner about to be executed by a dog's head.

And Qi Yu's actions were very appropriate to the occasion, and even seemed to come out of the same system as hers.

He was on the left side of the big bed, with one foot on the ground, the other knee bent on the bed, and his upper body leaned slightly towards the person lying on the bed.

The posture of the two of them was just a dog's head away. It can be said that the execution will start in the next moment.

"..."

Qi Yu let out a long breath, and with an upright face, he slowly put his hands on her waist.

Then he sank to his dantian, recalled the six key movements and the meridians of the human body in the video just now, and slowly exerted force with his palms...

"..."

1 minute later.

The masseuse tentatively opened his mouth while pressing:

"how do you feel?"

The guest answered a little vaguely, but slowly raised a thumbs up:

"Well...not, not bad..."

5 minute later.

The masseuse began to massage the acupuncture points, with a sincere tone:

"now what?"

This time, the guest was silent for a long time, and tremblingly gave a thumbs up again:

"Very... hiss - quite... um (↘) good..."

10 minute later.

The masseuse has gradually begun to grasp the essentials, with a relaxed tone:

"How is it? The video says that pressing here can relieve the fatigue of the lumbar muscles. Do you feel more comfortable?"

And this time the guest didn't know whether it was a comfortable drowsiness or something, so he didn't say a word.

He just raised his hand feebly and gave the master a thumbs up.

Feeling that his massage skills have been recognized, Master Qi, who has been busy for a long time, is overjoyed and feels more energetic in his work.

"..."

Hang Chi Hang Chi grabbed the person under him and pressed them for half an hour.

Qi Yu conscientiously completed the six techniques taught in the video, and then he died down and collected his magical powers.

"How do you feel now?"

He sat on the edge of the bed with bright eyes and waited for the praise and admiration from the guests as a tip.

"..."

But after waiting for a long time, the person lying on the bed remained motionless.

"Jiang Qiyu?"

Turning her over suspiciously, Qi Yu pinched her fair face and asked for praise again:

"Is your waist still sore? How is my pressing?"

"..."

And that once again saw this man beat Yeshan Boar Hand Jin to death with three punches.The guest, who was almost pressed to death on the bed, just propped up his eyelids feebly.

Holding on to all the strength in the whole body, slowly...

A thumbs up.

"Jiang Qiyu? Jiang Qiyu!"

Qi Yue, who had been immersed in his own world, realized that something was wrong with her, and hurriedly pulled her from the bed into his arms.

Jiang Qiyu opened her eyelids again, and the next moment, she saw the man's thumbs up coming towards her——

"Hey (↗)"

The strong desire to survive made him break free from the man's arms with a "crack".

Covering his chin, which was almost killed in battle, with both hands, his big eyes were wide open, and he looked at him with the rest of his life in his face:

"No way!"

"you......"

The hand that Qi Yu wanted to reach out to pinch the first aid was still hanging in the air, and he looked at the frightened bird with puzzled eyes:

"What happened just now?"

"Forehead--"

Jiang Qiyu touched her chin with lingering fear, but before she could think of a suitable reason, the flesh on her lower back began to feel hot and painful after being rubbed halfway.

"hiss......"

She didn't manage her expressions well, and grinned out a pain mask.

Seeing this, Qi Yu's eyes narrowed, and he immediately realized:

"Did I hurt you?"

"No, you're comfortable pressing—"

Before she could say the word "serve", she was pulled down by the man whose expression suddenly darkened.

Jiang Qiyu lost her center of gravity and suddenly fell into the man's arms.

Before he could react, his back was lightly pressed by a palm.

The next moment, the back hem of the home clothes jacket was lifted up.

"..."

Seeing the glaring redness of the delicate skin on her lower back, Qi Yu's eyes darkened a bit, and his voice became cold unconsciously:

"Jiang Qiyu, why didn't you cry out for pain just now?"

"oops......"

Lying in his arms and shivering suddenly, Jiang Qiyu patted his chest, which felt so good to touch, and said casually:

"Maybe it's worn out by clothes, it's okay, your massage technique is really good, really! I feel much better, maybe next time you press it, it won't be through the clothes-"

Suddenly, her voice stopped abruptly.

Because the man's slightly callused fingertips gently stroked her back which was extremely sensitive due to the vigorous rubbing just now.

"Uh--"

Almost instantly, her waist softened:

"Qi Yu..."

Just as he was about to say something, the chest in front of him suddenly pulled away. The man carefully avoided her, turned around and left the door without saying a word.

"?"

What do you mean?

Want to go out and get a knife and pay me your life? !

Jiang Qiyu was half-sitting on the bed with a dazed expression, the clothes lifted up by the man hadn't been put down yet, revealing half of her imaginative waist and abdomen.

When she realized that she wanted to get out of bed and follow, the door was opened again.

The man with a sullen face came back quickly, still holding a small tube of ointment in his hand.

Standing by the bed in two steps, Qi Yu looked down at her:

"Get down."

"Actually, it's fine, don't worry about it..."

"Get down."

"Ok."

Seeing that the young master is not in a pretty mood right now, Jiang Qiyu shut her mouth in a sensible manner, and lay down on the bed obediently.

"Um......"

The moment the hot skin on her lower back was covered with the cooling ointment, she couldn't help but let out a weird syllable.

The slender knuckles that were applying the ointment paused.

Soon, he took the cool ointment and carefully covered every reddened skin.

"Qi Yu,"

With her hands folded and her chin resting, Jiang Qiyu felt the comfort of her lower back, but she still couldn't resist opening her mouth to probe:

"Are you mad at me?"

The fingertips stained with white ointment paused again, and then the man's dull voice came:

"No."

Obviously hearing the depression in his tone, she patiently broke the casserole and asked the end:

"Then why are you unhappy?"

"Not unhappy."

"You're just unhappy."

"..."

"Qi Yue?"

"..."

After a long silence, the man's frustrated voice sounded:

"I just... don't know what else I can do for you right now."

The current Jiang Qiyu.

Life is rich, family is harmonious, friends are close, and career is in the most critical rising period.

She no longer needs money and has lots and lots of love.

To be honest, Qi Yue was caught off guard by these changes.