Mother Jiang's home.
It was past ten at night.
The rain still pattered outside, accompanied by occasional thunder.
"Then I'll start?"
"Roughly how will you do it?"
"I'll just massage a few acupoints around it."
"That can disperse the bruising?"
"It'll be better soon. Why don't you lie down? It's cold sitting up."
"Mm. How should I lie down? Facing you?"
"The injury is on your front waist, so, uh, better face me. You might need to pull your clothes up a little too."
Dong Xuebin braced himself on the floor bedding in the living room and watched as Jiang Fangfang stretched out her legs and slipped under the quilt. He lay down flat as well, lifting part of the quilt so it covered only their lower bodies. At that moment, Sister Jiang, facing him, slowly pulled up her red thermal top, exposing the patch of bruising on her front waist. Then she pinched the waistband of her thermal pants and tugged them down a little, revealing all the bruising before Dong Xuebin. Jiang Fangfang was quite full-bodied, yet slim where she ought to be. Dong Xuebin could clearly see the sharp points of her hipbones, which had a strikingly bony beauty to them, while the pale, soft flesh around them was incredibly sexy. Since the thermal pants had an elastic waistband, they were stretched taut. If she let go, both her top and pants would spring back into place, so Jiang Fangfang held them apart with both hands, waiting for Dong Xuebin's Chinese Massage. Of course, if she pulled her pants below her hipbones, they would catch there and not snap back from the elastic, but that would mean pulling them down far too much. Jiang Fangfang would be exposing far too much, likely even the V-shaped curves where