Gu Junzhu was twisted by her, "Ouch" and said, "Ye Xiaobei, you are not professional at all, so how could you lynch your patients while pressing them?"

Ye Xingbei: "...I'm not serious!"

She pressed Gu Junzhu for more than half an hour. Gu Junzhu turned around and held her hand, turned over, took her into her arms, lowered her head and kissed her: "Stop pressing, it won't hurt anymore."

If he wasn't sure whether Ye Xingbei's massage was effective for his old injuries last time, then he is now 100% sure.

Today, his muscles were stiff and he felt a vague pain, but within the range he could tolerate, so he had been deliberately neglecting it.

Now that Ye Xingbei has pressed it for a while, he feels that his muscles have relaxed, the pain has basically disappeared, and he feels indescribable.

It can be seen that the last time was not a coincidence, Ye Xingbei's massage was indeed effective for his old injuries.

Ye Xingbei examined him suspiciously: "It doesn't hurt anymore?"

She reached her hand behind him, touched her gently, and pressed her again.

The skin has a warm temperature and the muscles have returned to their normal elasticity.

It shouldn't hurt any more.

"Uh..." Gu Junzhu grabbed her hand that was touching his back, looking indescribable: "Stop touching..."

Ye Xingbei felt something poking his thigh, his cheeks turned red, and he spat: "You men... are so shameless!"

Send that anything anytime, anywhere!

She just checked him, but he actually... Ye Xingbei slapped him again.

Gu Junzhu was helpless.

He had no idea about that, but his body was too familiar with her.

This is his body's instinctive reaction, and he himself cannot control it.

He moved his body, avoided her, took her into his arms and kissed her, "Go to sleep."

Ye Xingbei was stunned for a moment and suddenly came to his senses.

He has no meaning.

Because...Joy just passed away.

During this period, he has been in good manners, and this is the first time he has lost control.

It is probably also an unconscious physical loss of control, not a psychological loss of control.

Ye Xingbei's heart suddenly hurt.

She looked up at him and changed the subject, "Do you think the medicine I just took works, or did my massage work?"

Gu Junzhu rubbed the back of her head: "Are you there both? No matter what, it's good if the result is good."

"If my massage can relieve pain for you, then you can stop taking medicine," Ye Xingbei regretted it after he said, "No, right? I have seen it. Your medicine can relieve pain and nourish the nerves. You can avoid painkillers, but you must insist on taking medicine that nourishes the nerves. Massage is only an auxiliary treatment, and it does not cure the root cause. If you have nerve problems, you should still insist on taking medicine."

Gu Junzhu smiled and kissed her again, "Okay, don't think about it, look, I'm hugging you well now and smiling happily. Isn't this good? It's really late, go to bed."

"Well, it's very good. Sleep, good night!" Ye Xingbei returned and kissed him, then put his arms in his arms, and closed his eyes.

Yes.

No matter what, whether it is Gu Junzhu, Qiao Zui, Fang Yao, at least they are still alive.

As long as you are still alive, there is hope for everything.

This is already very good and good.

*

The next day, after the two got up, they took Xiao Shuniao and Ling Yue downstairs to have dinner.
Chapter completed!