Chapter 341
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Chapter 63: Wu Liang's Massage Technique
Wu Liang, shirtless, looked at Qijiu, who was sitting obediently on the sofa, with disdain.
He unfolded the wet uniform shirt in his hand and sighed helplessly.
If it weren't for the fact that what just happened was an accident, he would have suspected that Qijiu was deliberately messing with him.
However, even when Qijiu fell, she clung tightly to the beer can and refused to let go.
It's just beer, not gold bars, why is she going to such lengths...?
"I'm going to clean the stains. You sit here quietly."
"If you have a foot injury, don't run around here. You might not be so lucky next time."
Wu Liang turned his head and glanced at Qijiu behind him, who was taking small sips of beer.
Rubbing his somewhat dull forehead, he suddenly felt that coming here was a mistake in itself.
This woman is really oblivious; she's jumping around here even though she has a foot injury.
If he hadn't rushed over in time to cushion the fall, Qijiu probably wouldn't have been able to get up from the ground anytime soon.
"Um... I don't have a washing machine at home... I usually send my clothes to the dry cleaners..."
Qijiu looked at Wu Liang's back and awkwardly raised her hand.
She doesn't actually have a washing machine at home, and she never washes her own clothes.
Moreover, most of her clothes are cosplay outfits, and washing them in a washing machine can easily damage those exquisitely made cosplay outfits.
So when she needs it, she usually sends it directly to the dry cleaner.
Alternatively, you can hire professionals to handle the maintenance and cleaning.
"No washing machine?"
Wu Liang's right foot, which had just stepped out, stopped in mid-air.
Did she really eat, drink, and do her laundry outside?
Home is just a place for her to rest and sleep, right?
"You know I'm a cosplayer, right? Those expensive and elaborate cosplay costumes can't be washed in a washing machine."
"Besides, I don't have many things to wash by myself, so buying a washing machine would just take up space."
Qijiu pointed to the empty living room and shrugged.
Look, there's nothing left in my living room. You still expect me to buy a washing machine?
"Just say you're lazy, no need to beat around the bush."
Wu Liang hung the wet clothes on the clothes rack on the balcony.
He walked up to Qijiu, shirtless, and looked down at her small face.
"Do, what should I do?"
Qijiu stared blankly at Wu Liang, who had suddenly stood in front of her, unable to figure out what he wanted to do.
But when he saw the other person's strong chest muscles and well-defined abs, he raised an eyebrow.
The overwhelming masculine aura and the aesthetically pleasing, streamlined muscles drew her attention.
"Hey kid, you've got a really great figure."
Qijiu opened her beautiful eyes and looked at Wu Liang's figure with great interest.
Although I had already seen this kid's body once when I visited Tongtong's house before.
But it's still so powerful when I watch it again now.
Whether it's the muscle definition or the outline of the abdominal and pectoral muscles, it's all good.
None of the muscles on his body appeared too bulky or thick, nor did they appear particularly tight or stiff.
The firm, slightly protruding muscles look very powerful.
Even she felt a slight urge to reach out and touch it.
Wu Liang's physique can be described as having the most perfect golden ratio in the human body.
No wonder Tongtong mentioned to me before that Wu Liang would be perfect for cosplaying Gilgamesh.
Looking at it closely now, it does seem to make sense.
"Do you have any loose-fitting shirts or pajamas? It's not good for me to always be shirtless."
Wu Liang plopped down in front of Qijiu.
He grabbed her calf and pulled her to his side.
"Hey kid, you can't be that thirsty, can you?"
"How dare they try to take advantage of me in broad daylight! Although I am a weak woman, I will definitely fight back."
Qijiu covered her chest with both hands, her face bearing the expression of a chaste and virtuous woman who would rather die than submit.
Judging from the occasional sly glint in her eyes, Qijiu seemed to be enjoying herself.
"I'm warning you, you won't succeed!! Even if you manage to get my body here today, you'll never get my heart!"
"I can't believe you'd even go after someone more than ten years your senior! You're a complete pervert... Ouch!! Be gentle!!!"
Qijiu, immersed in her role, sobbed with heartache.
But a sudden sharp pain in her ankle made her cry out in pain.
"If you keep putting on this melodramatic act for me, I don't mind making your feet swell up even more."
Wu Liang spat into his palm and pressed it onto Qijiu's tender white ankle.
Can't this woman just shut up for a minute? Even drinking beer can't shut you up, right?
"Ugh... that's disgusting..."
Qijiu frowned repeatedly upon seeing this, but she did not kick or make a scene.
Although she was complaining, she was just saying it.
Qijiu sat quietly in place, watching Wu Liang massage her ankle.
She wasn't sure if it was just her imagination, but she felt that her injured ankle had eased a lot under Wu Liang's massage.
The previous stinging sensation is gradually disappearing, replaced by warmth and comfort.
Ahhhhh
Qijiu couldn't help but groan softly because her ankle felt so comfortable.
Wu Liang's technique is delicate and gentle, and most importantly, very professional.
He wasn't just randomly pressing or touching her; he was genuinely giving her a massage.
"Where did you learn this skill? Seriously, does saliva really have such a powerful effect?"
Feeling the warmth coming from her feet, Qijiu widened her eyes and asked curiously.
He's really hiding his true abilities. Where did Wu Liang learn his massage skills from?
"A natural skill; saliva acts as a lubricant, much better than water."
Wu Liang gently patted Qijiu's fair little feet.
But my gaze followed her ankles upwards and landed on her snow-white thighs.
"What are you looking at? Haven't you ever seen a beautiful woman's long legs before?"
Qijiu felt a little nervous for some reason after feeling Wu Liang's intense gaze.
She unconsciously reached out and pulled at the hem of her shirt to cover her thighs.
Do you still have any of these oversized T-shirts?
Wu Liang pointed to the loose T-shirt Qijiu was wearing.
He no longer wanted to be shirtless in front of this woman.
"Ah... yes..."
Qijiu covered her forehead, saying with a wry smile.
What was she so nervous about just now?
Wu Liang is just a little kid... What were you being shy about?
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Chapter 64: Qijiu is very ticklish
"How did you get this foot injury? Why didn't you go to the hospital?"
Wu Liang was already wearing a Crayon Shin-chan T-shirt, gently pressed Qijiu's right ankle.
Although it wasn't a particularly serious injury.
But he hadn't expected that this woman was so lazy that she didn't even want to go to the hospital.
For injuries like this, you usually just need to go to the hospital, apply some ointment, and rest for two or three days.
As a result, the woman preferred to remain injured there rather than seek medical treatment.
After what she did, it will take her foot injury at least a week to recover.
"It's just a minor injury. It will heal eventually if left alone. There's no need to go to the hospital."
Qijiu lifted her little feet and shrugged indifferently.
Wu Liang's perfectly applied pressure on her ankle made her feel very comfortable.
He closed his eyes and leaned back on the sofa to enjoy himself.
This kid's technique is really amazing; it feels so good that she's almost sleepy.
But her gaze remained fixed on Wu Liang's chest.
Peeking at the muscle definition through the opening of the crew neck T-shirt.
Why linger at home when an injury that can be treated in two or three days at the hospital can be cured?
"What else are you hiding from me? I'm giving you a chance to explain."
Wu Liang stopped massaging Qijiu's injured right foot and put it down, but at the same time, he suddenly reached out and grabbed Qijiu's left foot.
Feeling the soft, smooth texture on my fingertips.
He slowly placed his hand on her snow-white little foot, while his other hand rested on the sole of her foot.
"What you up to?"
Qijiu was caught off guard by Wu Liang's sudden action.