Spear Teacher

Three minutes later.

The two who returned to the master bedroom took their respective positions.

Jiang Qiyu opened her arms in parallel, and lay upright on the bed, with a posture of waiting for death, as if she was a prisoner who was about to be beheaded by a dog-head guillotine.

Qi Yu's movements were also very appropriate, and even seemed to be from the same system as hers.

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

The two people's postures were just short of a dog-head guillotine, and it can be said that the execution would begin in the next moment.

"......"

Qi Yu let out a long breath, with a righteous face, and slowly covered her waist with both hands.

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

"......"

One minute later.

The massage master asked tentatively while massaging:

"How do you feel?"

The customer answered vaguely, but still slowly raised a thumb:

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

Five minutes later.

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

"What about now?"

This time, the customer was silent for a long time, and tremblingly raised his thumb again:

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

Ten minutes later.

The massage master has gradually begun to master the essentials, and his tone is relaxed:

"How is it? The video said that pressing here can relieve lumbar muscle fatigue. Do you feel better?"

And this time, the customer didn't know whether he was drowsy or something, and didn't say a word.

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

Feeling that his massage skills were recognized, Master Qi, who had been busy for a long time, was overjoyed and worked harder.

"......"

He pressed the person under him for half an hour.

Qi Yu conscientiously went through the six techniques taught in the video, and then he stopped.

"How do you feel now?"

He sat by the bed with bright eyes, waiting for the guests to send him praise and admiration as a tip.

"......"

But after waiting for a long time, the person lying on the bed still did not move.

"Jiang Qiyu?"

He turned the person over with some doubts, pinched her fair face, and asked for praise again:

"Is your waist still sore? How was my massage?"

"......"

And the guest who had witnessed the man's three-punch hand strength and was almost pressed to death on the bed, just held up his eyelids weakly.

He forced all the strength in his body and slowly...

raised a thumbs up.

"Jiang Qiyu? Jiang Qiyu!"

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

Jiang Qiyu opened his eyelids again, and the next moment, he saw the man's thumbs-up coming towards him——

"Hey (↗)"

The strong desire to survive made him "snap" out of the man's arms.

She covered her chin, which was almost killed, with both hands, her big eyes wide open, looking at him with a face full of surviving:

"It's nothing!"

"You..."

Qi Yu's hand, which wanted to stretch out to pinch Ren Zhong for emergency treatment, was still hanging in the air, and he looked at the frightened bird with puzzled eyes:

"What happened just now?"

"Uh——"

Jiang Qiyu touched her chin with lingering fear, and before she could think of a suitable reason, the skin on her lower back, which had been rubbed half a point, began to heat and ache.

"Hiss..."

She didn't manage her expression well, and bared her teeth and showed off her mask of pain.

Seeing this, Qi Yu's eyes condensed, and he reacted instantly:

"Did I hurt you?"

"No, you massaged me quite comfortably--"

Before she could say the word "serve", the man with a gloomy face pulled her down without any refusal.

Jiang Qiyu lost her balance and fell into the man's arms.

Before she could react, a hand gently pressed her back.

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

"......"

Looking at the glaring red on her delicate skin on the back of her waist, Qi Yu's eyes darkened a little, and his voice unconsciously became colder:

"Jiang Qiyu, why didn't you scream in pain just now?"

"Oh..."

She shivered suddenly in his arms, and Jiang Qiyu patted his chest, which felt very good, and then said casually:

"It may be the clothes that rubbed it, it's okay, your massage technique is very good, really! I feel much better, butIf you can press me without clothes next time--"

Suddenly, her voice stopped.

Because the man's fingertips, which were slightly covered with calluses, gently touched her waist and back, which were extremely sensitive because of the strong friction just now.

"Uh--"

Almost instantly, her waist softened:

"Qi Yu..."

Just when she was about to say something, the chest in front of her suddenly withdrew, and the man carefully avoided her, turned around and walked out the door without saying a word.

"?"

What do you mean?

You want to go out and get a knife, and pay me with your life?!

Jiang Qiyu was half-sitting on the bed in a daze. The clothes that were lifted by the man were not put down yet, revealing half of her waist and abdomen that made people reverie.

When she reacted and wanted to get out of bed and go out, she saw that the door was opened again.

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

Took two steps forward and stood by the bed. Qi Yu looked down at her:

"Lie down. ”

“It’s really okay, no need to…”

“Lie down.”

“Okay.”

Seeing that the young master was not in a good mood, Jiang Qiyu shut up and lay down on the bed obediently.

“Hmm…”

When the hot skin on her lower back was stained with the cool ointment, she couldn’t help but utter a strange sound.

The slender knuckles that were applying the ointment paused.

Soon, they continued to apply the cool ointment, carefully covering every red skin.

“Qi Yu,”

With her hands folded and her chin supported, Jiang Qiyu felt the comfort of her lower back, but couldn’t help but speak to test:

“Are you angry with 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:

“Then why are you unhappy? ”

“I’m not unhappy.”

“You’re just unhappy.”

“…”

“Qi Yu?”

“…”

After a long silence, the man’s frustrated voice rang out:

“I just… don’t know what else I can do for you now.”

Jiang Qiyu now.

She has a rich life, a harmonious family, many friends, and her career is at the most critical rising period.

She no longer needs money, and she has a lot of love.

To be honest, these changes caught Qi Yu off guard, but there were too many things before, so he didn’t realize these problems at the first time.

Recently, she seemed to have found something she was really interested in, and he was naturally happy from the bottom of his heart.

But at the same time, he couldn’t help but feel uneasy.

So, on a night when he was awakened by sleep talk, he hugged the heartless person in his arms and started Begin to face these problems.

Qi Yu asked himself:

If one day,

Jiang Qiyu, who has everything, suddenly finds that there is very little he can do for her...

What should he do at that time?

He has no answer to this question.

Perhaps the subconscious mind is deliberately avoiding the assumption, Qi Yu can only do everything possible to show his value.

But just now,

when he saw the shocking red marks on Jiang Qiyu's waist and back, he suddenly realized:

This "if one day" assumption,

may be just around the corner.