Come Over and Give Me a Massage

This scene completely baffled Zhuang Mengli. They had just exchanged numerous punches without any issues. Even though she had used her full strength for the final strike, it shouldn't have injured him this badly.

However, Su Yang had genuinely coughed up blood. Not daring to be careless, she hurriedly squatted down and asked, "Su Yang... you, you, you, don't scare me!"

Lying on the ground, Su Yang feigned agony and shook his head. "I'm not scaring you. My chest hurts. I can't take it, I need to rest."

"Then... what should I do now? Should I take you to the hospital?"

Su Yang slowly turned his head to look at Zhuang Mengli. "Do I look like I need a hospital?"

"Oh right, you're a traditional Chinese medicine doctor yourself. Then... what do I do now?"

"Get me to your bed so I can lie down for a bit."

"My bed? Uh... does it have to be my bed? I have plenty of rooms here."

"No, the other rooms are too dry. If I sleep in another room, I probably won't have the energy to brew your grandfather's medicine tomorrow."

"What!? Fine, fine, fine, I'll let you sleep in my bed, okay?"

"But you're a grown man, I can't even carry you."

"You can knock me back several meters with a single punch, and you're saying you can't move me? It'd be fine if other girls said that, but don't give me that nonsense."

Zhuang Mengli scratched her cheek and said, "Alright then, should I carry you in my arms?"

"Up to you. Carry me, give me a piggyback ride, whatever. Just get me to the bed. Ah! It hurts so much."

Su Yang clutched his chest and curled up on the ground, crying out.

Zhuang Mengli couldn't care less about the details anymore. She hurriedly reached out to help Su Yang up, then turned around, letting him lean on her back as she forcefully hoisted him up for a piggyback ride.

But as soon as she lifted him, she felt something uncomfortable pressing against her lower back. Realizing what it was, her face flushed red and she scolded playfully, "You're so annoying!"

"Stop nagging and hurry up."

Zhuang Mengli took a deep breath and quickly walked toward her room with Su Yang on her back.

Crossing the living room, going around to the other side of the house, turning a corner, and passing through a wide corridor, they finally arrived at a massive master bedroom.

Zhuang Mengli reached out and pushed the door open. A faint, girlish fragrance drifted into Su Yang's nose.

'Girls' rooms really are always fragrant. Panpan's, my ex-girlfriend's, Lin Yiyi's... they all smelled pretty good, but it's not perfume. I wonder how they actually manage to get this scent.'

As he was thinking, Zhuang Mengli had already carried Su Yang to the edge of her bed.

It was a large bed, about 2.2 meters wide. It was incredibly neat and tidy, with a thin quilt spread flat across it. A giant plush toy sat right between two pink patterned pillows.

Zhuang Mengli turned and placed Su Yang on the bed. Su Yang took the opportunity to lie down completely. "Ooh, so soft!"

"Are you actually injured or not?" Zhuang Mengli asked, a bit suspiciously.

"Nonsense, blood was spewing out, what do you think?"

"Then how come you don't look uncomfortable at all?"

"Who says I'm not uncomfortable? I just need some quiet rest."

"Fine, then lie down properly and cover yourself with the quilt."

"Alright."

Su Yang slipped under the covers and lay down. Zhuang Mengli stood to the side, lost in thought.

After a few seconds of silence, Su Yang called out, "Why are you still standing there? Come up."

"Come up... me too?"

"Isn't this your bed? Look at the time. Hurry up and sleep, we still have to go to your house tomorrow morning to brew medicine for your grandfather."

"You're already lying there, how am I supposed to sleep?"

"Just sleep like this? Your bed is so wide. What, are you scared?"

Zhuang Mengli narrowed her eyes at Su Yang. "Let me tell you, don't try to provoke me. But I'm not scared of anything anyway. You can't beat me in a fight, so I'm not afraid of you!"

"Then come up."

"Hold on, I need to take a shower. I was fighting with you for ages and I'm covered in sweat. I won't be comfortable without a shower."

"Go ahead then, I'll lie here for a bit."

"Aren't you going to wash up?"

"I'm injured, so it's not convenient to shower right now. I'll just get up later to brush my teeth, wash my face, and soak my feet."

"Hmph, annoying!" Zhuang Mengli turned to leave.

Seeing this, Su Yang called out, "Wait."

"What now?"

"Doesn't your room have a bathroom? Where are you going?"

"How am I supposed to shower with you lying here? I'm going to use another bathroom."

"Heh, getting shy, are we? Fine, fine, then I'll wash up in your room."

After their exchange, Zhuang Mengli went to the walk-in closet, grabbed a set of pajamas, and quickly left the room.

Once she was gone, Su Yang threw off the covers, got out of bed, and walked into the en-suite bathroom to take a quick shower.

"Still gotta shower. It's a habit, I don't feel right without one."

Over ten minutes later, he finished up first and got back into bed. Zhuang Mengli still hadn't returned. Su Yang picked up his phone, humming a little tune while scrolling through TikTok.

'Eh? The last few times I've been on TikTok, I haven't seen Lin Yiyi streaming. Did this girl change careers?'

'Whatever, can't be bothered to care. I'll scroll through something else and see if I can discover any potential new talents.'

Another ten minutes passed, and footsteps sounded outside the bedroom.

Click. The door opened, and Zhuang Mengli walked in wearing a pale yellow loungewear pajama set.

She wore a short-sleeved top with knee-length shorts, her long hair draped over her shoulders.

She entered, closed the door, and without a word, walked straight to the other side of the bed, kicked off her slippers, and lay down.

Su Yang turned his head and smiled. "Why are you sleeping so close to the edge? You think I'm going to eat you?"

"Mind your own business."

"Hey? I'm the wounded one right now. Aren't you going to sleep a bit closer to take care of me?"

"You look perfectly fine to me," Zhuang Mengli said, rolling her eyes.

"My chest hurts. Come here and rub it for me."

"You!!" Hearing this, Zhuang Mengli glared at Su Yang, baring her teeth.

"What? You beat me until I coughed up blood, and you can't even satisfy this tiny request?"

"Fine, fine, fine, I'll rub it for you!!" Zhuang Mengli sat up, moved closer to Su Yang, and placed her hand on his chest, gently massaging it.

"Mhm... not bad. Use a little more force."

Zhuang Mengli said reluctantly, "If I had known, I wouldn't have fought with you!"

"I didn't want to fight in the first place. You were the one who dragged me into it. You injured me, and now you have this attitude? Believe it or not, I'll tell your dad tomorrow."

"You!"

Zhuang Mengli narrowed her eyes, then put on a fake smile. "Okay, okay, okay, I'll massage you. Just don't go spouting nonsense."

"Make sure you massage me comfortably first."

After five continuous minutes of massaging, a voice rang out in Su Yang's mind.

[Ding! Detected that the host is currently in a joyful mood and thoroughly enjoying himself. Reward: 3 million.]

With his eyes closed and a face full of enjoyment, he said, "Mhm, your technique is pretty good. Move down and massage my stomach."

"Don't push your luck!" Zhuang Mengli gritted her teeth.

"You're already massaging me, so just do a little more. A little more time won't hurt, right? Hurry up."

"Phew!" Zhuang Mengli took a deep breath. She waved her small fist at Su Yang's face. Although unwilling, Su Yang really had coughed up blood from her punch. Knowing she was in the wrong, she had no choice but to endure it and continue massaging.

"It's always been others massaging me. When have I ever given someone else a massage?"

"Right now," Su Yang said casually, keeping his eyes closed.

Two minutes later, Su Yang raised his arm. "Massage my hand."

Zhuang Mengli didn't say anything more. Wherever Su Yang told her to massage, she massaged.

After finishing with his hands, Su Yang added, "Come a bit closer and massage my head."

"Do you really take me for your personal masseuse? I don't want to do this anymore, my hands are sore."

"Alright, alright, how about I give you a massage then? Didn't you say it's always other people massaging you? Let me give you the 'reverse clock' treatment."

"Reverse what?"

"Don't worry about it. Do you want a massage or not? My technique is excellent, you know."

Zhuang Mengli withdrew her hands and looked at Su Yang. "I don't mind getting a massage, but I'm afraid you'll just use it as an excuse to cop a feel."