“Can’t feel it? That means your kidneys are in great shape!” An Youyi pretended to be surprised. “Let me press a bit harder.”
As she spoke, she increased the pressure.
“How about now? Can you feel it now?”
*Hiss…* The sour ache! Xu Mo gritted his teeth, forcing himself not to show any sign of discomfort. “Still nothing… Forget it, don’t bother. You’re too weak, like you haven’t eaten. I can barely feel you massaging me.”
Xu Mo feigned dissatisfaction and pulled his foot back. He could tell An Youyi was using this as an opportunity to mess with him.
But there was nothing he could do. Her method of teasing him was just too clever. In that situation, any man would grit his teeth and say it didn’t hurt…
“Not going to massage anymore? I just started,” An Youyi said with a bright smile, looking triumphant, as if she had just won a battle. She thought to herself, *Let’s see if you’ll ever dare ask me to massage your feet again!*
“No, no, you’re too weak. It doesn’t feel like anything. Let’s just drop it,” Xu Mo replied with a fake smile.
If An Youyi could play tricks on him, he could certainly return the favor. Xu Mo wasn’t the type to hold grudges—he usually settled scores on the spot.
“Your massage technique isn’t quite right either. I’ve actually learned a bit about massage. Come here, let me teach you.”
Seeing Xu Mo’s mischievous grin, An Youyi immediately sprang up from the couch. That look on his face definitely meant trouble!
“No, no, I’m not learning!” she said, already trying to distance herself from him.
But her speed was no match for Xu Mo’s.
Before she could take two steps, Xu Mo caught her.
His strong hand clamped down on the back of her neck, forcing her to stop. He then crouched down, lifted her into his arms, and carried her back to the couch.
Pulling off her slippers, he grabbed her fair, delicate feet and began his “lesson” in massage.
An Youyi had one weakness: she was ticklish.
“Massage isn’t done like that. It should be like this…”
“Ah! It’s ticklish, so ticklish… Okay, okay, I admit I was wrong! I really know I was wrong!”
“Wrong? What did you do wrong?”
“I’ll never play tricks on you again!”
“What tricks? What are you talking about?” Xu Mo pretended not to understand and continued tickling the soles of her feet.
Seeing that begging for mercy wasn’t working, An Youyi thought of calling for help.
“Help! Is anyone going to help me?”
However, the other three girls in the room didn’t lift a finger. They simply pretended not to notice.
They knew Xu Mo’s strength all too well. Even if all four of them teamed up, it would be futile—the difference in power was just too great.
Besides, Xu Mo was just fooling around with An Youyi. He wasn’t going to hurt her, so there was no need to intervene. They might as well enjoy the show.
From their conversation, Zhou Qiaoqiao and the others could guess that An Youyi had definitely played a little trick while massaging Xu Mo’s feet earlier… This was a classic case of trying to outsmart someone and ending up worse off.
It was only fair that Xu Mo got his revenge.
…
The next day.
Xu Mo didn’t go to work. Instead, he took the day off.
Today, he planned to claim his lottery prize.
After all, he had just won seven million yuan yesterday. How could he possibly focus on work today?
Since the prize amount was so large, he couldn’t claim it at the lottery store. He had to go to the lottery center.
Not long after Xu Mo left the house, Yang Jingxuan also headed out.
Xu Mo was going to claim his prize, but Yang Jingxuan was going to buy a lottery ticket. She had been so excited about it that she couldn’t sleep all night.
In fact, Yang Jingxuan had already started planning how she would spend the money if she won.
At the lottery store.
A banner had been hung up, and the store owner was shouting through a megaphone.
“Yesterday, one of our customers won the second prize in the Double Color Ball lottery! Our store’s luck is on fire right now! Don’t miss out, folks! Come and share in the good fortune! You won’t get another chance like this!”
The front of the store was packed with people. Some were just there to watch the commotion, while others were itching to squeeze in and buy a ticket.
“Yes, the second prize, worth seventy thousand yuan. The customer added a hundred-fold multiplier, so the total prize was seven million yuan!”
“Would I lie to you? There’s no reason for me to deceive anyone! If you want to share in the good luck, hurry up and buy a ticket. Our store’s luck is at its peak right now. Buying now gives you a great chance to win big!”
Customers kept streaming in, and the store owner, holding the microphone, was visibly flushed with excitement.
For lottery players, winning depends on luck. A store that had just produced a seven-million-yuan prize was undoubtedly riding a wave of good fortune!
You could buy lottery tickets anywhere, but why not buy them at a store with such strong luck? Even a little bit of that luck might help you win.
This was the store where Xu Mo had bought his winning ticket… Yang Jingxuan also believed in the idea of riding on good luck.
She felt that, compared to the other customers, she had an even greater advantage.
The others could only tap into the store’s good fortune, but she lived under the same roof as Xu Mo, who had just won a huge prize. She could tap into his luck as well.
Moreover, she was buying her ticket at the same store where Xu Mo had won. It was like doubling her chances of winning!
This was her chance to strike it rich.
The store was too crowded at the moment, and Yang Jingxuan didn’t want to push her way in. She decided to wait outside for a while.
Most of the people buying tickets now were passersby on their way to work. They had heard about the store’s recent stroke of luck and decided to buy a quick ticket before heading off.
After waiting for a while, the crowd finally thinned out, and Yang Jingxuan entered the store.
“Buying a ticket, miss? Our store just produced a second-prize winner yesterday. The luck is strong here right now. Buying now means you’re sharing in the good fortune. You can’t lose!” The store owner enthusiastically promoted the lottery.
“Yes,” Yang Jingxuan nodded. “Give me one Double Color Ball ticket, random numbers, with a hundred-fold multiplier.”
The store owner paused for a moment. This sounded familiar… If he remembered correctly, the young man who had won yesterday had bought his ticket the exact same way!
Random numbers, one ticket with a hundred-fold multiplier.
And there was another similarity: both of them had spoken with absolute confidence, as if they were certain they would win.
Yesterday, a young man who bought his ticket this way had won seven million yuan. Today, another person was doing the same. Could it be…
Before the store owner could finish his thought, Yang Jingxuan spoke again. “No, no, not a hundred-fold. Make it two hundred!”
The store owner: “!!!”
A random-number ticket with a two-hundred-fold multiplier? He instantly understood… This person was almost certainly another one blessed with incredible luck!
“Got it! I’ll print it right away!” the store owner said excitedly.
He eagerly printed the ticket and handed it to Yang Jingxuan.
She took the ticket, paid, and left without another word.
After Yang Jingxuan left, the store owner licked his lips and bought a ticket with the same numbers he had just printed for her.
He had a feeling… his chance to strike it rich had arrived.

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