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The hand holding the remote control froze for a moment.
Yun Zhi Yue nearly lost her composure, gripping her thigh tightly to suppress the urge to burst into laughter. Her sister was quite amusing when she wasn't trying to tease her.
"Xiao Xiao, I've noticed you've been a bit idle lately and gained some weight. Why not go train with Jiang Lu's unit? It’ll help you get fit. I'll call Jiang Lu for you; it's settled."
Yun Xiaoxiao watched Jian Qinzhi dial the number, her expression blank as she looked down at her waist. She hadn't gained any weight, had she?
Unable to protest, Yun Xiaoxiao was taken away half an hour later. As she left, she still wore a bewildered expression, seemingly unable to comprehend how she ended up in this situation.
Once the living room was left with just the two of them, Yun Zhi Yue whispered, "Jian Shu, my sister didn’t mean to mock you; that’s just how she talks."
Mock? So you think I’m actually old enough for her to tease me about my age? Jian Qinzhi set down the remote and took Yun Zhi Yue's hand, playing with it.
Yun Zhi Yue was taken aback, staring at her own hand. It took her a moment to react. "Jian Shu, what are you doing?"
Jian Qinzhi released her grip. "Nothing much. Has the bruise on your waist healed?"
With her hand freed, Yun Zhi Yue sighed in relief and nodded repeatedly. "It’s been so long; of course it has."
"Let me see."
Yun Zhi Yue remained still, while Jian Qinzhi looked at her without a hint of awkwardness. "Do I have to do it myself?"
"No, no need to look! It's fine; I’ll head upstairs to get ready. We leave early tomorrow, so you should rest too."
Lowering her head as she spoke, Yun Zhi Yue stood up, attempting to escape.
But she was firmly grasped by the wrist and stumbled back onto the sofa. "I said I want to see; didn’t you hear me?"
The black fitted shirt was lifted, revealing a slender waist that contrasted beautifully against the dark fabric, making the exposed skin appear as flawless as freshly fallen snow.
Jian Qinzhi stood beside her, looking down with an intensity that felt different from their usual calm demeanor.
A warm hand rested on her waist.
"Jian Shu, I really—"
Yun Zhi Yue's expression was one of sheer panic at that moment, like a startled deer unsure of which direction to flee.
Jian Qinzhi seemed oblivious to her words and asked instead, "Does it still hurt?"
With a firm touch of her fingertips, Yun Zhi Yue felt a sudden numbness spread through her waist.
Yun Zhi Yue's face immediately flushed with a rosy hue as she reached out to pry Jian Qinzhi's hand away from her wrist. "Jian Shu, it doesn't hurt, there's no need to check."
"Doesn't hurt?" Jian Qinzhi replied, suddenly applying more pressure, catching her off guard and making her gasp.
He nodded. "It seems there's still no injury. We have to record the show tomorrow, and if you’re hurt, we can’t proceed. I'll apply the ointment from last time."
The pungent smell of the ointment completely masked the Qing Xue aura emanating from Jian Qinzhi, which began to feel increasingly oppressive.
Yun Zhi Yue felt the warmth spread from her cheeks down into her collar as she closed her eyes, not daring to look at the man who was so close beside her.
Her waist was firmly held by two hands, and the constant kneading sensation made it difficult for her to suppress any embarrassing sounds. The heat radiating from his palms intensified as he rubbed in the ointment with increasing pressure, and Yun Zhi Yue could no longer hold back a soft whimper.
That hand slid up along her waistline...
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