CHAPTER 187: CHAPTER 187: CAN’T AFFORD TO KEEP ME

"But I can teach you a massage technique."

After tidying up the bed, she said, "Lie down and feel it properly."

"Come on!"

Wen Shi lay on the bed. Yi Chichi rolled up her sleeves and placed her hand on his shoulder. The touch under her fingers was rock hard, showing clear signs of stiffness.

If not relaxed, shoulder periarthritis and cervical spondylosis will follow.

"Are you ready?"

"Okay...ugh..."

Yi Chichi suddenly applied force, and Wen Shi let out a muffled groan. Oh crap, this feeling was really bittersweet.

Sour and painful.

"Easy, honey."

He winced and pleaded, but Yi Chichi not only didn’t lighten up, she added more pressure.

"Can’t ease up, bear with it."

Before she finished speaking, another wave of soreness spread from his shoulder blades throughout his body.

Wen Shi took a sharp breath. Oh my, this was intense.

Felt like after this round of massage, he’d be a wreck.

Not quite to that extent, but not far off either.

Her seemingly delicate and weak hands slid from his shoulders down his back to his calves. Each press was strong, especially on the acupoints.

Some areas felt sour, some tingly, while others felt like being bitten by venomous ants; it could only be described as painfully spicy with sour tingling.

Really uncomfortable.

But after the massage, the whole body felt light and refreshed.

Especially the bones, it felt like all the joints had been reassembled.

Yi Chichi, drenched in sweat, sat on the chair with a tea cup, sipping water calmly, not taking her eyes off Wen Shi.

Watching him excitedly kick his legs and twist his waist like a happy husky, then he assumed a stance and performed a set of military exercises, finally taking a deep breath and smiling, "How does it feel?"

"Great!"

He moved his neck a bit, walked over to her side, poured himself a glass of water, drank it all in one go, and sighed, "To learn this, I need to know about acupoints, right?"

"Theoretically, it’s best to learn about acupoints. Without knowing them, the whole technique won’t be ineffective, but the effect will be insignificant."

Wen Shi instantly understood, it meant taking it easy.

"I’ll try to master it before going back."

"Okay."

Seeing the time was almost 8 o’clock, she sniffed herself, "I want to take a shower."

Wen Shi was stumped, there was no shower here.

"How about I get some water for you to wash up?"

He spoke in a negotiating tone, slightly nervous about her disagreement.

Yi Chichi responded with an "Mhm," "You should wash up too, you’re all sweaty."

"Alright."

Both of them washed up quickly one after the other, and changed out of their sweaty clothes.

Wen Shi put on a new shirt made for him by Yi Chichi, and the pants were dark blue casual pants she tailored for him overnight.

She adjusted the large pant legs a bit, his strong legs encased within, giving off a taut and powerful sexiness that sent shivers down the spine.

"The shirt is too stiff."

Seeing him button it all the way up and button the cuffs tightly, Yi Chichi went up and undid a button, revealing his smooth Adam’s apple.

She adjusted the shirt hem tucked into his pants a bit, undid the sleeve buttons, and loosely rolled the sleeves up to his elbows, revealing his smoothly lined forearms, and was finally satisfied.

"Handsome!"

Wen Shi looked down at himself, unable to see his overall image, and had no mirror, but he saw the amazement and admiration in his wife’s eyes.

This meant his current look was really handsome.

"Wife’s coordination is top-notch."

He boasted gleefully, and before Yi Chichi could respond, he was unhappy with her attire, "You should wear a skirt."

"Pants are convenient."

Yi Chichi changed into a white cotton shirt and dark blue coveralls, serving a lazy style, with white Xiao Bai shoes, her hair tied into a loose bun, revealing a smooth forehead and fair face.

She smiled and asked him, "Don’t I look good?"

"You look good, but I think you look even better in a skirt."

His wife’s legs were too beautiful, long and straight.

But she was right, pants were convenient and not over-the-top.

"When things are better in the future, I’ll buy you lots of beautiful dresses, so you can wear a different one every day."

While saying this, he leaned close to her ear, speaking in a lowered voice, his breath tickling Yi Chichi’s ear.

She rubbed her earlobe, "With your standard of not repeating, I feel like your income can’t support me."

Wen Shi thought for a while and agreed it made sense.

So he smoothly changed his tune, "I’ll take on more tasks to get subsidies, should be enough."

"No need, I can earn money."

The sea isn’t peaceful either, "I just want you to be safe when guarding our country’s maritime borders."

Saying this, she looked up at Wen Shi and seriously instructed, "No matter where or in what situation, safety first."

"...Okay."

Wen Shi readily agreed verbally, but inwardly couldn’t help but smile bitterly. It’s not so simple.

But for his wife, he would do his utmost to return safely.

"Shall we have breakfast?"

"Mhm."

After breakfast, they’ll head straight to the Friendship Store; the timing should be just right.

Agreed to meet, better early than late.

Thus, the newlywed couple packed their changed clothes into a bag, checked out, and went to have a Yangcheng specialty breakfast.

It was still early, the streets were bustling, bicycles whizzing by, and the streets were filled with dull colors like black, blue, gray, and white.

But the smiles on people’s faces and their vibrant spirits spoke of the vitality of this equally gray-and-dull city.

No gaudy neon lights of later times, no bustling traffic or prosperity, this era is clearly behind, the colors not flashy, yet it’s brimming with energy.

Thriving and ascending.

This is a spirit that later generations do not possess.

"So nice."

She smiled and marveled, and Wen Shi kept silent, not knowing how to respond to this out-of-the-blue sentiment.

Passing by the cinema, he saw staff sweeping away the seed shells and paper scraps at the entrance, his peripheral vision glimpsed the little stand selling seeds at the cinema’s corner, and his eyes lit up.

"Wife, wait a moment."

Before he finished speaking, he was off running.

Yi Chichi, "???"

What the heck?

She watched as Wen Shi ran to the little stand opposite the cinema and returned with a bag of seeds, her mouth twitching, "Why’d you think of buying seeds?"

"Afraid you’d get bored walking."

But walking and munching on seeds didn’t look good either.

And looking at the seeds, more were sunken than full, not much meat.

It’s thoughtful, let’s just keep it.

"We’ll eat them when we get back."

"Alright."

Anyway, since he bought them, his wife can handle them however she likes.

Yi Chichi tucked the seeds into her bag and chatted leisurely with him all the way to the Friendship Store.

Checking the time, 9:45, fifteen minutes until the scheduled meeting time of 10:00.

"Hey brother and sister."

Just as they stood at the side entrance, a middle-aged man in a short-sleeved shirt, long pants, and leather shoes came out, immediately waving at them as he saw them.