"Lulu, it's already five in the afternoon. We should celebrate your birthday first."
Jiang Xinghai, of course, knew what promise Feng Lulu was referring to: she wanted him to give her an acupuncture massage before she left.
"No rush, it's not dark out yet."
It was only then that Feng Lulu rembered it was her birthday. "We can just find so place for a simple al. There's plenty of ti."
With that, she took Jiang Xinghai by the hand and led him toward the second floor.
"That's right, there's plenty of ti. And my granddaughter's birthday can't be just a simple affair."
Lin Qingyuan laughed heartily. "Lulu, Grandpa's treating tonight. We'll start at six. There's enough ti for that, right?"
"Thank you, Grandpa. Six o'clock gives us plenty of ti," Feng Lulu replied, dragging Jiang Xinghai into her bedroom.
"Lulu, it won't be too late to do this after we get back tonight," Jiang Xinghai said, feeling a little awkward.
"What? Are you getting shy just because my grandpa's back?"
Feng Lulu pushed Jiang Xinghai down onto her bed. "You just sit tight and wait here for a few minutes. I'm going to take a quick shower."
She was very conscious of the ti now.
She was heading to the Provincial City tomorrow, and God only knew how long she'd be there.
This was the perfect mont; she didn't want to wait until after they got back from dinner.
Jiang Xinghai gazed around the quintessentially girly bedroom and decided to give in.
Downstairs, Lin Qingyuan looked at Lin Liping in confusion. "Liping, what was that promise Lulu ntioned Divine Doctor Jiang made to her? And why did they have to go to her bedroom?"
Lin Liping lowered her head, looking rather embarrassed. "It's... to help with her body sculpting."
"Body sculpting?" Lin Qingyuan was a little taken aback.
But when he recalled Jiang Xinghai's dical prowess, he smiled, relieved. "That girl is sharp. If she could end up with Divine Doctor Jiang in the future, it would truly be a blessing for her."
"Father, Lulu's still young," Lin Liping said, glancing up toward the second floor, her heart fraught with anxiety.
She knew full well that Jiang Xinghai's acupuncture and massage techniques were nothing short of miraculous.
Her only worry was that during the process, certain... awkward physical reactions were bound to happen.
"Nineteen is not that young."
Lin Qingyuan chuckled and began making a call to book a hotel.
Upstairs, Jiang Xinghai was lying on Feng Lulu's bed, resting with his eyes closed.
The bathroom door opened.
Feng Lulu walked out, wrapped only in a white bathrobe.
"Xinghai, you didn't fall asleep, did you?"
Feng Lulu approached quietly and lay down beside him, turning her head to gaze at his profile.
"Lulu, are you sure you want to give you acupuncture and a massage?" Jiang Xinghai slowly opened his eyes, his gaze fixed on the ceiling.
"Absolutely and positively. Now, let's get to it."
Feng Lulu, lying on her side, stretched out a foot to nudge him. "I already showered, so stop stalling."
"Okay, fine. Hand an eye mask."
Jiang Xinghai remained flat on his back, but he casually reached out and took hold of her fair, delicate foot. "You're still young, after all. It wouldn't be right for to gaze upon your form."
"You... let go of my foot, please?" Feng Lulu suddenly let out a soft whimper, her face flushing red.
Jiang Xinghai released his grip, but Feng Lulu didn't imdiately pull her foot away.
It seed the feeling of her foot in his hand had sparked an indescribable sensation, making her reluctant to pull away.
"Lulu, are you asking for my appraisal of your lovely feet?"
Jiang Xinghai took her foot in his hand again as he sat up. He declared with mock solemnity, "Your feet are fair and delicate, elegant with a graceful arch. Your instep and ankle are perfectly proportioned... truly a natural marvel. They make it hard to let go."
"You're terrible!"
Feng Lulu quickly snatched her foot back, pouting. "All you do is make comnts. You just know how to sweet-talk girls."
"So you don't think your own feet are alluring?" Jiang Xinghai retorted.
"Okay, okay! Let's change the subject. Just do the acupuncture and massage."
Feng Lulu lowered her head, tucking her knees beneath her. "So, what position should I be in?"
"Just lie flat on your back."
Jiang Xinghai turned onto his side and said, straight-faced, "But before we begin, aren't you going to get that eye mask?"
"Did you wear an eye mask when you gave my aunt acupuncture and a massage?" Feng Lulu asked as she lay down on her back.
"No, I didn't," Jiang Xinghai said, shaking his head.
"Then you don't need to wear one for , either. Let's begin." Feng Lulu clasped her hands over her chest, trying desperately to calm the frantic beating of her heart.
She had never been seen like this by any man before, and she couldn't help but feel inhibited.
"I'm going to wash my hands first." Jiang Xinghai rubbed his hands together and headed for the bathroom.
The air in the bathroom was still thick with steam from Feng Lulu's shower.
As Jiang Xinghai was grabbing a towel after washing his hands, his eyes fell upon a pair of white panties with a cartoon character embroidered on them, hanging off to the side.
They were also giving off a faint, feminine scent.
He didn't have to guess; they were definitely Feng Lulu's.
And it looked like... there was still a faint stain on them!
"Jiang Xinghai, get out here!"
At that very mont, Feng Lulu rushed in, still wrapped in her bathrobe.
When she saw Jiang Xinghai staring at the panties she had just taken off, a blush instantly spread from her cheeks all the way to the tips of her ears.
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