Chapter 530: No Fooling Around

I drove the car to the outside of Gan Lu's residential quarter with ease.

This time I didn't park the car on the road outside; there was a bucket of water in the car, and I couldn't carry a bucket of water in. So I took the card and drove the car straight to the door of Gan Lu's small villa.

Carrying the water bucket, I rang the doorbell, and it took a long time before I heard footsteps coming.

When the door opened, I saw Gan Lu frowning slightly, looking full of pain, and I was startled, asking, "What's wrong with you?"

Gan Lu smiled weakly and said, "Nothing, it's an old problem."

Entering the house, I put the water aside and asked with concern, "Division Chief Gan, are you not feeling well?"

Gan Lu motioned for me to sit and said with a smile that wasn't a smile, "You really sent a bucket of water from so far away."

I said seriously, "I will definitely execute your instructions."

A trace of shyness appeared on Gan Lu's face, and she turned her face away, saying, "I'm not your leader, what instructions do I have."

As she spoke, her face twisted in pain again; clearly, she had a physical problem.

She seemed to see my worry and smiled faintly, "Really nothing. Old problem, caused by cold stomach."

Hearing this, I was instantly relieved. This cold stomach problem wasn't really a disease. But when it flared up, it was very uncomfortable. As long as one drank some hot water and applied a hot compress and massaged the abdomen, it would be relieved.

I got up to pour her water, saying, "You drink a few sips of hot water first, I'll help you with a hot compress."

Gan Lu asked in surprise, "Is it useful?"

"Of course it's useful." I said, thinking to myself, what did my grandfather do? The owner of five raw medicine shops, although my grandfather wasn't a doctor in the true sense, after decades of running a medicine shop, he became a doctor even if he wasn't.

My mother was the daughter of a raw medicine shop owner and grew up smelling medicine. Her toys as a child were various medicinal materials. To this day, when my mother encountered a headache or fever, she never saw a Western doctor, but wrote a prescription herself to go to the medicine shop to grab a few doses of medicine, boiled them, and drank them, and the effect was surprisingly good.

Even I grew up drinking my mother's Chinese medicine. The first time I saw a Western doctor was during my university years when my mother wasn't by my side.

Although our family wasn't a family of traditional Chinese medicine, I had never seriously studied traditional Chinese medicine. But from the time I learned to read, the books I came into contact with were the medical books at home.

The medical books were all in traditional characters and were vertical editions.

To this day, the number of traditional characters I know is no less than simplified characters. And many times, when I write, I always unconsciously write traditional characters.

This habit was completely overturned by teachers when I was studying. Every time I wrote traditional characters on the exam paper, the teacher would put a big red cross on them; since they were typos, naturally I wouldn't get points. Consequently, my Chinese grades once made me pessimistic and desperate; later, my father helped me check my homework every day, and whenever I wrote traditional characters, he would hit my palm with a bamboo board. After a few years of this, traditional characters only grew in my heart, and it was hard to see them under my pen again.

Reading many medical books always had a subtle influence. Especially for some folk remedies, I often remembered them more seriously and clearly.

Gan Lu held the hot water I poured for her, and I went into the bathroom myself, found a towel, turned on the water heater, and prepared to soak the towel in hot water.

Gan Lu shouted in the living room, "Chen Feng, don't bother."

I poked my head out of the bathroom and said, "It's okay! It'll be ready in a moment."

Only when I came out with the hot towel did I feel the seriousness of the problem.

I couldn't help her apply it, could I?

Gan Lu looked at me holding the towel without moving and laughed, "What are you doing again?"

I stammered, "Drink hot water, then apply a hot compress, and it will be better immediately."

Gan Lu asked, "Apply where?"

I gestured on my own abdomen.

Gan Lu blushed and hesitated, "Forget it?"

I said firmly, "It's better to apply it. It's a folk miracle cure; you'll know if you try it."

I handed her the hot towel, but she didn't take it, her face flushed red. After hesitating for a long time, she said, "How can I apply it myself."

I plucked up the courage and said, "Why don't I help you?"

Gan Lu didn't speak, her face flushing even redder. She closed her eyes slightly, lying on the sofa, fully displaying her heaving chest before my eyes.

I walked over, my whole body trembling with excitement.

Gan Lu opened her eyes and said, "It won't hurt, will it?"

I comforted her, "No. It's very comfortable."

She closed her eyes again, nervously waiting for me to help her with the hot compress.

The air conditioner was on in the room, warm as spring.

She was wearing a set of loungewear, looking incomparably like a woman at home. This was completely inconsistent with her image at school. At school, she was very capable and shrewd; among our large group of men, she conquered everyone with her charm.

I slowly lifted her clothes, revealing her white-as-jade belly.

Her skin was very good, the surface seemed to be covered with a layer of silk, looking delicate and tense. There wasn't a bit of fat on her waist, and everything was as smooth and natural as a young girl's.

My eyes didn't dare to linger too much; I was afraid I couldn't bear this fatal temptation. So I hurriedly covered her stomach lightly with the hot towel, put down her clothes, and said, "If you feel it's cold, I'll help you change it."

Gan Lu didn't dare to speak, nor did she dare to look at me. When I lifted the hem of her clothes, I could feel her trembling.

After a while, she said softly, "It's cold."

I hurriedly changed a towel. This time I wasn't as nervous as before; I lifted the hem of her clothes, took off the towel that was about to get cold, and replaced it with another scorching hot one.

She was scalded and twitched, opening her eyes to look at me.

Seeing me staring at her navel, she was so embarrassed that she hurriedly pulled her clothes down.

I laughed, "Don't be nervous. I can't eat you."

She hesitated and let go of her hand, sighing, "You are not allowed to fool around!"

I comforted her, "Rest assured! I am not a person who fools around."

She nodded, closed her eyes again, and said softly, "I believe you."

After applying two towels in a row, the blood circulation in her abdomen accelerated. The paleness slowly faded from her face, revealing her original shy and charming appearance.

I said softly, "I'll help you massage it; it will be better."

She nodded slightly, stretching out her body.

I pressed my hands on her abdomen, rubbed it gently a few times, and asked, "Does it hurt?"

She shook her head and said, "It doesn't hurt."

I tried to increase the force a little, and she hummed softly, her eyebrows furrowing.

"Pain?" I asked.

"It's not pain, it's a strange feeling."

I said "Oh," and increased the force of my hands slightly, slowly pressing along the contour of her abdomen.

The second hot towel also cooled down; I took off the hot towel and said, "I'll do the final care now."

She didn't object, but her expression was already much more flustered.

My fingers touched the roundness of her chest; she trembled and said in a low voice, "Chen Feng, don't!"

I laughed, my eyes looking at her with closed eyes, my hands wandering wantonly on her abdomen.

I wasn't a lecher, nor was I a frivolous person. Regarding massage, I indeed had a hand for it. This skill also came from my mother, and naturally, it was inseparable from my practice later.

I once used these hands to make my aunt infatuated; to this day, if my aunt is not feeling well, she will still find me to help her massage.

My fingers always unconsciously touched her roundness; every time I touched it, she would tremble.

I concentrated my mind, focused my attention, and there wasn't a bit of evil in my heart. Only after she let out a long sigh of relief did I release my hands, waiting for her to sit up.

Gan Lu opened her eyes and smiled shyly at me.

With this smile of hers, my heart couldn't help but move a few times.

After all, there was a stunning beauty in front of me, vivid and fragrant. I could not only feel her breathing but also her warmth.

"Thank you! Much more comfortable." She sat up and tidied her clothes calmly.

"Must be." I said, "This little thing is nothing. I have even greater skills."

Gan Lu stared in surprise and asked, "Is that so? Chen Feng, what other skills do you have? Take them all out and let me see."

I teased her, "You will slowly know in the future."

Gan Lu pondered for a while and said in a low voice, "Chen Feng, I have something I want to say, I'm afraid you won't be happy."

I readily said, "You say it, it's okay."

My heart was full of excitement. Being able to try my skills on such a stunning beauty already made me overjoyed. Now, even if Mount Tai collapsed in front of me, I really wouldn't change my expression.

"We..." she hesitated and refused to say it.

"What's wrong with us?" I asked, chasing her.

"Don't take it to heart!" she exhorted me, "I have no other meaning. Just saying, we..."

I said indifferently, "Why are you stuttering? If it's hard to say, don't say it."

Gan Lu plucked up the courage, holding her face red, before spitting out this sentence: "You can be ambiguous, but you are not allowed to fool around." ===== CHAPTER 531 =====