Li Chuan's words hung in the air, yet the bathroom remained silent.
After a while, just as Li Chuan was getting worried, Song Hanzhang's voice finally called from inside: "Chuan... you... come in."
Song Hanzhang had initially wanted to endure it, but the chest pain worsened, eventually making it impossible for her to stand. She had no choice but to let Li Chuan in to help her.
When Li Chuan entered, Song Hanzhang was wrapped in a bath towel, sitting on the toilet with a pained expression.
"Huanxiang, what's wrong?"
A blush flashed across Song Hanzhang's pale face. She opened her mouth to speak but couldn't get the words out.
Li Chuan frowned, taking a closer look and immediately understanding that Song Hanzhang was likely suffering from heart trouble, acute angina, no wonder she was in so much pain.
Without hesitation, Li Chuan bent down and picked Song Hanzhang up. The enchanting fragrance of the beauty in his arms instantly enveloped Li Chuan. Looking down, Song Hanzhang's fair and prominent chest was faintly visible under the towel, making Li Chuan's abdomen heat up.
He suddenly recalled the feeling of slipping his hand into Zhao Qingyao's clothes that morning, squeezing a part that seemed to be the softest, most comfortable spot on the human body — if only for a moment.
Song Hanzhang felt a bit flustered, coldly saying, "What are you trying to do!"
Being held like this by Li Chuan, Song Hanzhang's heart raced, and she couldn't help but kick her leg, wanting to get down.
Li Chuan was startled, quickly saying, "Huanxiang, don't move, you'll exacerbate the condition. I'll carry you back to the room, and then..."
Song Hanzhang gritted her teeth: "And then what?"
Li Chuan: "My Tuina skill can help alleviate your condition."
Song Hanzhang fell silent. Li Chuan's arms were strong, his chest firm, rendering her body weak and limp.
During this moment, Li Chuan carried Song Hanzhang to the doorway of the master bedroom.
Pushing the door open, a very spacious bedroom came into Li Chuan's view.
On the dressing table at the side, there were all kinds of luxurious cosmetics.
The bedding on the bed was pink, giving off a girlish vibe.
Above the head of the bed, there was a wedding photo of Song Hanzhang and Li Yong.
Back then, Li Yong hadn't yet reached middle age paunchiness, wearing a suit, exuding Essence, Qi, and Spirit.
Song Hanzhang, in a white wedding dress, had skin as fair as Ruyu, with a fair cleavage at her chest, both smiling blissfully.
The curtains were originally drawn, the air faintly scented with perfume.
And a hint of ambiguity in the air.
The dim light, coupled with Song Hanzhang wrapped only in a bath towel, made Li Chuan's heart race.
Li Chuan carefully placed Song Hanzhang on the bed.
"Huanxiang, for Tuina you need to remove the towel. You see..."
"I can't move now, you help me take it off."
Song Hanzhang lay on the bed, weakly saying.
Li Chuan stepped forward, cautiously peeling the towel down, revealing Song Hanzhang's smooth back.
Although wrapped only in a single towel, it accentuated Song Hanzhang's figure, seductive beyond words — even describing it as shapely and charming would fall short. The towel just covered her round buttocks, showing off a slender, wasp-like waist, and a pair of long legs, fair, straight, and tense!
Just like a young maiden!
Now, Song Hanzhang only had a thin towel covering her upturned buttocks, adding an extra layer of allure!
Li Chuan's heart raced, throat dry!
The towel could merely cover her buttocks; following the hem of the towel, one could still vaguely see the mysterious deep beauty cleft.
Li Chuan took a deep breath, striving to keep his mind from wandering, sitting at the edge of the bed, somewhat tense: "Huanxiang, your chest pain requires me to start from your back, gradually easing the meridians, stimulating the acupoints, thus alleviating your pain."
In reality, for ordinary people, one could directly massage the chest, though that would take considerable time spent on the chest massage, and Li Chuan couldn't quite get past that sense of propriety in his mind.
The beauty before him, after all, was his sister-in-law.
Even though he had no blood relation with Li Yong, boundaries must be respected.
Starting with the back massage, addressing the acupoints in the back, could likewise provide treatment.
If eventually, chest massage was necessary, it could significantly reduce the time required.
"Alright, hurry up, I'm really uncomfortable right now." Indeed, Song Hanzhang was in considerable distress.
"Okay, Huanxiang, I'll start now." Li Chuan endeavored to focus solely on the treatment.
If he couldn't manage even this, he would indeed consider himself a failure.
"By the way, I remember Tuina requires oil, take the essential oil from the nightstand."
"Oh, okay." Li Chuan quickly walked to the nightstand.
Having essential oil would indeed be much better; Song Hanzhang's skin was so delicate that pushing it dry might just break the skin.
Opening the nightstand drawer, Li Chuan saw the essential oil for massage.
Just as he reached for it, Li Chuan's face flushed again.
Because he found a box of small umbrellas beside the essential oil.
Orchid-scented Durex.
This was really quite normal, Li Chuan quickly averted his gaze, taking out the essential oil.
"Chuan, hurry up, don't dawdle." Song Hanzhang was really uncomfortable, urging again.
"Coming!"
Li Chuan hurriedly slipped off his slippers, climbed onto the bed, and knelt by Song Hanzhang's side.
However, such a move was still too ambiguous, making Li Chuan a bit uneasy.
The wedding photo still hung over the bed, and here was his sister-in-law lying beside him without a stitch on.
"What's there to fear? I'm treating Huanxiang's illness!"
Gazing at Song Hanzhang's smooth, fair back, Li Chuan took a deep breath, opened the essential oil, poured some into his palm, and began massaging Song Hanzhang.
Thanks to the essential oil, Li Chuan found the touch extremely smooth and tender!
After a few presses, Song Hanzhang couldn't help but let out a seductive moan; the tingling sensation from her back directly seeped into her chest, then spread throughout her body, and indeed, her chest no longer hurt!
But still somewhat stuffy!
At this moment, Li Chuan remained focused, continuing to massage.
Song Hanzhang only felt a stream of warmth from Li Chuan's palm, passing through her body, down her back, to her buttocks, then between her legs…
At this point, Li Chuan couldn't resist recalling a scene of Li Chuan in the shower, Li Chuan's brother, quite lengthy and sizable indeed!
Thinking of that formidable treasure, Song Hanzhang felt a moist sensation between her legs, instinctively wanting to clamp her legs tightly.
But she quickly realized doing so would be too embarrassing!
To divert her attention, she feigned calmness: "Chuan, your Tuina skill is amazing!"
"A little harder!"