I was divorced because I got pregnant during the lean years, so I went back to my parents’ home and

Oh, I don’t have the face to go in and see him.

Did he faint yesterday before or after he took off his pants?

I don’t know either, and I don’t dare to ask!

She was feeling uneasy.

She moved into the house little by little, and it took her nearly a quarter of an hour to walk the distance from the front door to the room.

Heita looked at her countless times, and finally couldn't help asking: "Miss Ji, what's wrong with you?"

Yes, what's wrong with me?

As long as I am not embarrassed, the embarrassment is someone else.

"It's okay, it's okay..." She strode inside.

Fu Jichang had heard the noise outside a long time ago, and his heart was about to jump out of his chest with waiting, but Ji Xiaobei still hadn't come into the room.

If she didn't come in, he was going to have a heart attack.

The moment the door was opened, he pulled the quilt up to cover his face.

His face was so hot that he could fry an egg on it.

Ji Xiaobei saw him lying on the kang like a corpse, with his head covered.

She calmed down.

I walked up to him and asked softly, "Are you feeling well?"

Fu Jichang was hesitating whether to answer her or not, when he heard Ji Xiaobei answer himself:

"It's okay, everything is fine! That's good, let's start the second day of treatment..."

Fu Jichang: ...Wuwuwu, I don’t want it!

After yesterday's treatment, apart from occasional fever, the wounds don't hurt as much anymore and I feel stronger.

Ji Xiaobei: Even if you have the strength, you are not allowed to resist today and continue to faint!

Fu Jichang: ...already pretending to be dead.

Ji Xiaobei looked it up and down.

He lifted the quilt up, revealing his underwear.

This is good, covering up areas that don't need to be exposed.

She glanced at Fu Jichang's covered upper body and head with satisfaction.

She threw off her shoes and got into bed.

I was a little nervous, and I lost control of my feet. I used too much force, and the bed shook a few times...

Fortunately, it didn't collapse...

She squatted down hurriedly and almost fell on Fu Jichang.

He quickly glanced at Yaozi's face, which was covered tightly.

so far so good!

She pounded her chest twice, trying to steady her breathing.

You still have to make him lie down and show his butt!

Damn it! Let me die right here!

She let out a helpless roar, wondering why these extremely pure eyes had to suffer this.

She held her breath, got into a horse stance, bent over, and put her hands around his waist, preparing to turn him over.

As soon as she put her hands under him, they were suddenly clamped by a pair of large hands.

"What are you going to do?" A muffled roar came from under the quilt.

"Ouch, didn't you faint?" Ji Xiaobei quickly pulled his hand out from under him and shook his hand.

"I'm trying to help you with your treatment, but you won't cooperate at all. I'm a woman after all, how can I do anything to you?"

Ji Xiaobei took the initiative and stood on the moral high ground.

"I, I match it, I cooperate, what do you want me to do, just tell me..."

"I want you to lie down and show your lower back..."

Ji Xiaobei was brief and to the point. She didn't ask him to take off his pants, as that would have made her seem very rude.

Fu Jichang: Why didn’t you say it earlier? Isn’t it the same as yesterday?

He recalled the coldness of yesterday, and before he could resist, his hand was stepped on.

Fu Jichang sighed and lamented: A good horse is easily ridden, and a sick person is easily bullied!

After hesitating for a moment, he reluctantly twisted his body to turn over.

But as soon as he moved, the wound hurt, a piercing pain that made him tremble involuntarily.

Ji Xiaobei asked: "What happened? Did you touch the wound?"

Fu Jichang snorted and continued to turn over stubbornly.

Ji Xiaobei murmured softly: "Why don't you faint and I'll help you!"

Fu Jichang: ...

He was so ashamed, angry and in pain that he couldn't breathe.

However, he would rather suffocate to death than lift the quilt over his head.

Otherwise, he would lose all his dignity.

Seeing that he didn't move, Ji Xiaobei gently poked his waist with his hand.

This waist is really invincible!

Two feet six?

Well, she stretched out her fingers and measured it.

My waist should be no more than one foot bigger than his.

She secretly set a goal for herself to lose weight. After losing weight, she trained her waist to be as thin as a kidney.

The person lying there didn't move at all.

Ji Xiaobei took a horse stance, bent over, stretched out his hand, and used force to turn him over neatly.

He quickly pulled the quilt and put it under him.

All done in one go, perfect!

Wow! She blamed herself for not looking carefully yesterday.

The muscles on the lower back are of standard wheat color, firm and well-shaped, with smooth lines.

She had the urge to press down and give him a Thai massage.

Practice medicine!

inject!

Four words burst out of her mind, and she suppressed the evil thought in time.

Stabilize your mind.

Take the medicine and syringe out of the space and put them aside.

My mind is clear today, but my nerves are too tense!

Ji Xiaobei's hands were shaking. Where did he get the needle last time? This time he had to change the buttocks. If he accidentally got the needle on the same spot, it would hurt like hell.

Ji Xiaobei tried hard to recall, but couldn't remember.

She decided not to make things difficult for herself, since she wasn't the one in pain anyway.

Gently pinch the waistband of his pants with two fingers and move it down a little bit, then a little more.

My belly is pressing against the quilt, the front of my pants waist is stuck, and the back of my pants can't be lowered. What should I do?

It should be okay to let him control it with his own hands.

"Hey, Xiaoyao, hold up your pants with your hands, my two hands are not enough!"

The person beneath him didn't move.

Are you dizzy again?

That’s great. Then I won’t be polite.

Ji Xiaobei grabbed his stomach with one hand and pulled it down with the other.

Oh, too much, too much...

Ji Xiaobei closed his eyes in pain and joy, and was pulled up randomly.

The preliminary work is finally ready.

Fu Jichang closed his eyes tightly, bit his back teeth, and his face turned red. If Ji Xiaobei didn't give him the injection, he would bite his tongue to commit suicide.

I thought silently in my heart: When I get better, I will cut Ji Xiaobei into pieces and vent my hatred!

Ji Xiaobei concentrated on wiping him with the alcohol cotton ball. His muscles were flexing, it was so fucking satisfying that she wanted to snap her fingers on the spot.

First time seeing living flesh!

After inhaling the medicine and expelling all the air, she squatted down and said that her belly was so big that it was almost dragging the floor.

The scene of the old sow nudging the big rooster yesterday appeared in my mind again.

Ji Xiaobei wanted to adjust his posture so that he could perform the acupuncture better.

She tossed and turned several times, and finally felt that sitting astride Xiaoyao's waist was more decent and comfortable.

I hope his waist won’t be broken by sitting on it.

With your legs crossed, who the hell told you to sit?

Yep……

So Ji Xiaobei stood up and stepped onto his body...