CHAPTER 234: CHAPTER 234

Bai Qiqi’s fair little hand trembled uncontrollably, her eyes not daring to look down at anything.

That dense black hair and the large rolling pin, she simply couldn’t bear to look directly at them.

Wu Song glanced at Bai Qiqi.

Bai Qiqi hurriedly closed her eyes and turned her head to look elsewhere, her small hand working hard to massage and knead Wu Song’s abdomen.

But it wouldn’t loosen because it was all muscle.

"Relax, you have to relax. If you don’t relax, my strength won’t reach the intestines." Bai Qiqi felt Wu Song’s muscle tension and quickly reminded him.

Otherwise, it wouldn’t be healing but rather a borderline massage.

Wu Song nodded and said, "Relaxing is fine."

Then he relaxed his abdominal muscles.

But Bai Qiqi still felt that her strength couldn’t penetrate, the muscles were just too developed.

Logically, with this kind of physical condition, he shouldn’t be constipated.

Constipation is usually for those who sit a lot, lack bodily fluids, and have dietary imbalances.

Someone like Wu Song, with all those muscles, should have enough physical activity.

People like that generally don’t get constipated.

Moreover, Wu Song’s complexion was normal, his energy vigorous, making it even harder to believe he’d be constipated.

Why was he constipated?

Could it be that he wasn’t constipated?

Was he lying?

Bai Qiqi couldn’t help but become suspicious, her beautiful eyes turning to Wu Song, scrutinizing deeply.

Of course, Wu Song was pretending, but he faked it pretty well, leaving Bai Qiqi unable to gauge it for the moment.

She could only continue massaging Wu Song’s abdomen.

Suddenly, Wu Song groaned deeply, "Alright. It’s out now..."

The next moment, Bai Qiqi hurriedly moved away.

Wu Song started releasing something big.

Bai Qiqi’s face was flushed with embarrassment, and she quickly stepped back. But in her panic, she tripped over Wu Song’s foot, stumbled, and fell backward.

"Ah..."

Bai Qiqi instinctively let out an exclamation.

Wu Song reacted quickly, lifting his hand to grab her wrist. With a slight tug, Bai Qiqi swayed and fell toward Wu Song.

Wu Song opened his arms, allowing Bai Qiqi to tumble into them.

Bai Qiqi flailed to steady herself, pressing against Wu Song’s legs.

Unfortunately, one hand landed on Wu Song’s thigh, and the other hand fell into the void, grabbing Wu Song’s middle leg.

"Hiss..."

Wu Song instinctively took a deep breath, his whole body moving slightly.

Bai Qiqi stabilized herself but hadn’t yet realized the issue, still clutching Wu Song’s big gun, not letting go, even squeezing and fiddling with it.

Wu Song felt a burning sensation in his heart, his big gun instinctively nudged, expanding in Bai Qiqi’s palm.

Bai Qiqi froze for a moment, puzzled; a thigh shouldn’t be like this.

This leg...

"Ah..."

Bai Qiqi finally snapped to her senses, letting out a startled cry, releasing it as if shocked, jumping up as if she’d been struck.

The body that had just steadied itself shook again, and she stumbled yet again over Wu Song’s leg.

Wu Song lifted his hand to steady her once more, only then realizing that his hand was gripping Bai Qiqi’s waist and hips.

The firm, round flesh was so elastic, smoothing gently through the thin layer of clothing, inviting and irresistible to touch.

Wu Song didn’t want to let go once he grabbed it,

looking at Bai Qiqi with concern, "Are you alright?"

Bai Qiqi stabilized her body, only then realizing that Wu Song’s hand was still on her full hips, not letting go, burning through the thin clothing, making her whole body hot.

The already warm surge in her abdomen now gushed forth, reaching her lower regions.

Her panties felt cool and damp without her realizing it.

Bai Qiqi felt a wave of shame, shaking her head hastily, "I’m fine... are you okay?"

After speaking, Bai Qiqi quickly broke free from Wu Song’s hand.

Wu Song rubbed his fingers with satisfaction, smiling, "It’s good that you’re fine. Thank you for the massage just now; my stomach feels much better."

Bai Qiqi shook her head urgently, not daring to look at Wu Song, instinctively turning to leave, but felt it was too abrupt, too heartless. Turning her back to Wu Song, she said, "If you don’t have any other problems, I’ll leave first."

Wu Song smiled and said, "No other problems, thank you."

Bai Qiqi nodded and quickly walked out.

Leaving behind an enchanting figure.

Wu Song watched her go, looking down at his searing spear, chuckling to himself, thinking, "Good for you, brother, that felt great being squeezed, right?"

Soon, Wu Song finished his business, looking around, feeling exasperated—there were no tissues.

He had been in such a hurry that he forgot about the tissues.

Wu Song took out his phone and messaged Bai Qiqi; yes, they had already exchanged contact information.

After all, it’s best not to bother others. He could’ve messaged Qi Siyan or any other woman, but it wouldn’t be in time.

Bai Qiqi had just stepped out; she was the best choice.

Wu Song sent the message, waited a while, and heard Bai Qiqi’s high heels clacking rhythmically on the ground, approaching the bathroom door.

Bai Qiqi coughed slightly, a slight tension in her voice, "Wu Song, are you there?"

"I’m here, just me. Come in." Wu Song responded.

Click-clack, click-clack.

Bai Qiqi then walked in, arriving once more at the entrance of Wu Song’s stall. But she neither peeked in nor fully entered, only showing her back, curvy hips, and a hand, holding tissues and wet wipes, waving them to Wu Song.

Wu Song, gazing at that alluring back and perfectly shaped hips, laughed, "Thank you, Miss Qi."

As he spoke, he grabbed Bai Qiqi’s slender hand.

Bai Qiqi quickly released the wet wipes and tissues, escaped from Wu Song’s grip, and hurried away.

The clacking of heels almost turning into running.

Wu Song chuckled, grabbing the tissues and wet wipes to clean himself up.

After cleaning, he pulled up his pants and walked out.

He suddenly heard a scream in the hallway outside.

It was Bai Qiqi’s voice.

Wu Song, puzzled, stepped out of the bathroom and found Bai Qiqi hunched over in pain some meters down the hallway.

"What happened?" Wu Song rushed over, squatted to support Bai Qiqi, helping her to stand.

Bai Qiqi shook her head quickly, wincing, "No, twisted my ankle, it hurts."

Twisted her ankle?

"I can massage it for you, and it won’t hurt soon." Wu Song offered as he supported Bai Qiqi.

Bai Qiqi looked at Wu Song, startled, "Uh?"

With a slight smile, Wu Song said earnestly, "Our types of massage aren’t the same."

"Alright then." Bai Qiqi feigned ignorance, nodding, unsure where to sit, unable to sit on the ground.

Wu Song lifted her in his arms,

Bai Qiqi let out a surprised cry, instinctively wrapping her arms around Wu Song’s neck, promptly releasing as her cheeks flushed bright red.

Wu Song smiled, "I’m carrying you to find a place for treatment, is that okay?"

Bai Qiqi wanted to say it wasn’t okay, but couldn’t bring herself to say it, considering Wu Song was already carrying her.

She could only acquiesce.

Wu Song carried Bai Qiqi towards the bathroom.

"Why are we going here?" Bai Qiqi asked, puzzled.

Wu Song smiled, "You can sit on the toilet."

Bai Qiqi thought for a moment and agreed with Wu Song’s suggestion.

They returned to the bathroom, entering the men’s restroom.

Wu Song placed Bai Qiqi on the toilet.

Bai Qiqi sat down, awkwardly glancing around, unable to meet Wu Song’s eyes.

Wu Song looked at her thigh, "This one, right?"

It was already turning red, about to swell.

"Yes." Bai Qiqi nodded slightly.

Wu Song took her foot, removing the high heel, revealing a foot as white as jade, with toes as pink as gummy bears.

Bai Qiqi felt utterly embarrassed.

Feet are a very private area for women.

Especially in ancient times.

It was like letting someone admire your breasts.

With Wu Song watching, Bai Qiqi was nervous and ashamed.

But she couldn’t bring herself to remind Wu Song.

Thankfully, after toying with her foot for a moment, Wu Song began massaging it, dispersing the congested blood and qi,

A warm, comfortable feeling enveloped the ankle, making Bai Qiqi squint from pleasure.

The soothing feeling quickly replaced the pain, and after a little while, not only did it stop hurting, but it felt so good that even her inner thigh twitched slightly, and the honeyed flow that was calming down swelled again, pooling between her legs.

Her underwear unknowingly felt a bit damp.

Bai Qiqi felt a rush of shame and shook her head quickly, "No, I’m fine... Are you okay?"

After she spoke, Bai Qiqi quickly freed herself from Wu Song’s hand.