You Are My Rare Passion

Gu Junzhu was twisted by her and said "Ouch", "Ye Xiaobei, you are not a professional masseuse at all, how can you use lynching for a patient?"

Ye Xingbei: "...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 his arms, bowed his head and kissed her: "Don't press it, it doesn't hurt anymore."

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

Today, his muscles were stiff and he felt a faint pain, but it was within his tolerable range, so he kept deliberately ignoring it.

After being pressed by Ye Xingbei for a while now, I feel that the muscles have relaxed, the pain has basically disappeared, and it is indescribably comfortable.

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 looked at him suspiciously: "It really doesn't hurt anymore?"

She reached behind his back, touched it lightly, and pressed it again.

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

It should...it really doesn't hurt.

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

His voice was low and hoarse, with undisguised tiredness.

Ye Xingbei was stunned for a moment, then suddenly came back to his senses.

Joey just died.

For him, it is now a double torment, both physical and psychological.

He didn't say anything, just endured silently.

He always does.

He has everyone he cares about in his heart.

His father, brother, nephew, her, and the little tree seedling.

He took each of them to heart, but he ignored himself.

But...he is also a person of flesh and blood.

It will hurt.

will be sad.

But he always doesn't say anything, and endures silently by himself, leaving happiness and joy to those around him, enduring pain and sorrow by himself, and not letting others worry about him.

Ye Xingbei's heart suddenly ached.

She suddenly felt very sad.

Feel sorry for him.

She didn't want to see him like this, so she looked up at him and changed the subject, "Tell me, did the medicine I just took work, or did my massage work?"

Gu Jun rubbed the back of her head one by one: "You have both, right? No matter what, it's good that the result is good."

"If my massage can relieve your pain, then you don't need to take medicine." After Ye Xingbei finished speaking, he regretted it, "No, no, I have read that your medicine can relieve pain. , There are also those that nourish the nerves, painkillers can be skipped, but the medicines that nourish the nerves must be taken consistently, massage is only an auxiliary treatment, it only treats the symptoms but not the root cause, if you have nerve problems, you still have to insist on taking the medicine.”

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

"Well, it's good, sleep, good night!" Ye Xingbei kissed him back, nestled in his arms again, and closed his eyes.

Yes.

In any case, whether it is Gu Junzhu, Qiao Zui, or Fang Yao, at least they are still alive.

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

This is already very good.

*

The next day, after the two got up, they took Xiao Sapling and Ling Yue downstairs for dinner.

Feng Yi has already got up, standing at the door of the living room, his slender body is as straight as a tree.