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Du Heng Yan remained unmoved, insisting, "It doesn't matter. Just lie down obediently." His tone left no room for argument.
"What? Lie down? Even now, you're taking advantage of me!" Chi Mu Jiu's face flushed again, and her mind involuntarily flashed with some ambiguous images.
"Idiot, what are you thinking? Just lie down, I'll help you, saving you from using all that strength to scratch." Du Heng Yan lightly scolded.
"Excuse me? Who's the strong one here? Are you stronger than me?" Chi Mu Jiu retorted defiantly.
"I am! Now lie down properly." Du Heng Yan's words were concise and authoritative, leaving no room for rebuttal.
With no choice left, Chi Mu Jiu could only mumble under her breath as she complied and lay on the bed. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Du Heng Yan walking into the bathroom.
After a short while, he emerged with a towel. "We can't use our hands. I think a cold compress might help a bit; let's give it a try."
As he spoke, he approached the bed and gently placed the towel on her back. The moment the towel made contact with her skin, a refreshing sensation spread throughout Chi Mu Jiu's body. The itching and pain seemed to ease somewhat, and she let out a comfortable hum.
"Is it that comfortable?" Du Heng Yan observed the content expression on Chi Mu Jiu's face, a slight smile curling at the corners of his mouth as he began to gently rub her back.
The pressure was just right—not too hard, not too soft—perfectly within her tolerance.
Hmm...
Who would have thought that the fearsome Boss Du would lower himself to give his wife a massage? In this moment of relaxation, Chi Mu Jiu found herself blurting out the thoughts she had been keeping inside.
Du Hengyan immediately caught the key words in her speech, his hands becoming gentler in their massage.
"Hmm? What did you say, my lady? Wife? Is that an admission?"
"Who’s whose wife?"
"You are my wife!"
Chi Mu Jiu retorted with a flushed face, her body moving restlessly due to her excitement. Du Hengyan gently pressed his hands against her slender waist, his deep voice resonating from behind her.
"Wife, don’t move around. Without me, who else can make you feel this comfortable?"
"You, Du Hengyan."
Chi Mu Jiu buried her face into the pillow in embarrassment, her small hands tightly gripping the blanket out of awkwardness and agitation. Seeing her adorable appearance, blushing and wishing to find a hole to hide in, Du Hengyan felt his mood lift even more.
Perhaps it was because the cold compress was indeed effective; the gentle hand on her back continued to massage her, and Chi Mu Jiu felt every nerve in her body relaxing blissfully. Her consciousness gradually blurred as she entered a state of tranquility, fatigue and drowsiness slowly creeping in.
"Du Hengyan," she murmured his name in a daze.
"I'm here," he softly replied.
Only when he heard the rhythmic sound of her breathing did he gradually stop his movements. He carefully lifted the towel from her back. Although the red spots on her fair skin hadn’t faded, they hadn’t spread further either.
He furrowed his brow slightly, concern still etched on his stern face. "What a troublesome wife you are."
Du Hengyan sighed softly and replaced the towel on Chi Mu Jiu's back with a fresh one. He stood up, changed into casual clothes, and picked up his phone from the bedside before moving slowly out of the room.
In the warm glow of the room, only the serene sleeping face of Jiu An and the towel gently draped across her back remained, as if whispering the deep and tender love shared between them.
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