Translated by Serena Love

TLCed by Pure

Edited by Azure

Chapter 17: A Girl of Real Steel

Tang Qiaoqiao lightly touched the scar with her fingertips. "Does it hurt?"

Shen Yue raised his eyes and stared at her suddenly. Her eyes had no trace of fear or disgust, which dissipated most of the emotion he had been suppressing in his heart.

"Hurt?" He laughed at himself, "I don't feel anything anymore in this pair of dead legs."

The heart-piercing pain of the car accident seemed like a world away from him. For the first time, he knew that it was a blessing to feel pain.

"Come with me." Tang Qiaoqiao stood up and pushed Shen Yue to the side of the sofa. She helped him lie down on the couch and straightened his legs. Then she rushed to her room to take out a wooden box.

Before sitting down, she also went out to get a small cushion.

Shen Yue looked at her, busy as a little spinning top wandering around the room. The corners of her mouth slightly raised unconsciously.

"Ready." Tang Qiaoqiao put the wooden box on the coffee table and sat on the side of his feet with a small cushion under her calf. She rubbed her hands to heat up her hands and said with a smile, "I'll massage you first."

Tang Qiaoqiao started to press from the inner side of his ankle with her thumb, moving slowly and gently from the ankle to the calf, then to the knee......

Tang Qiaoqiao never specifically studied massage. She just watched some tutorial videos and remembered the 12-character mantra "light rather than floating, heavy without pressing, soft but just."

"How’s the strength? Do you feel it now?"

"If I could feel it only after you’ve touched me twice then doctors all over the world would lose their jobs."

"How can doctors compare to me?" She was treating him with spiritual energy.

Time passed by. With Tang Qiaoqiao's massage, Shen Yue felt a tingling sensation slowly rising from his tail bone to his spine. His calf was also a little hot. 'It must be an illusion from a psychological effect.'

Gradually, Tang Qiaoqiao's hand moved from his calf to his thigh. Shen Yue stared blankly at her pair of small white and pink hands moving upwards, which gradually approached the indescribable place.

However, she didn't seem to stop.

Shen Yue's breathing became heavy, and he caught her hand. "Enough!"

Tang Qiaoqiao pressed vigorously, feeling that she could do the massage better and better, but she was suddenly interrupted. She was a little confused. "Was I not doing well?"

"No," Shen Yue's face was tense, "just don't massage it there."

Tang Qiaoqiao blinked and moved her gaze down to some indescribable place. She seemed to understand something and tentatively asked, "So your lower body is not completely numb?" Some places can still be used, right?

Shen Yue's expression became dark. Why did this woman mention this kind of thing without blushing every time?

Sometimes she looked as simple as white paper. She could cheer after planting a few leafy vegetables. Sometimes she could only be described as shameless, such as now.

As an ancient iron ladle, Tang Qiaoqiao could be regarded as dense as real steel in the matters between men and women.

Some cultivators who pursued the Dao were keen on the love of men and women, and they even practiced dual cultivation, but most of them tried to get rid of the seven passions and six desires in order to achieve enlightenment.

Tang Qiaoqiao was immersed in this atmosphere, which affected her attitude. On the one hand, she knew that there was such a thing, and she did not shy away from it. On the other hand, in her opinion, it was just a way for humans to reproduce.

Tang Qiaoqiao didn't know that her image in Shen Yue's heart had begun to shift. She opened the wooden box, and there were two rows of slender silver needles inside.

"If you don't want me to press it, I won't press it. Let's start the acupuncture."

Shen Yue looked at the rows of slender and sharp silver needles and raised his eyebrows. "You really know acupuncture?"

Acupuncture and massage are completely different things.

He feels that she was very unreliable. Even if his legs are no longer conscious, if a needle was stuck in the wrong way, it might cause necrosis.

Shen Yue shrank his legs and wanted to retreat.

Tang Qiaoqiao grabbed his ankle with her left hand, held a silver needle in her right hand, and narrowed her eyes. "If the needle pokes the wrong thing, I can't help you."

Then her hand shook slightly, and she moved so fast that Shen Yue could not react on time. She pierced down firmly and ruthlessly.

Twenty minutes later, Shen Yue's calf and thigh were filled with silver needles.

He couldn't move. He felt like he became an experimental subject at the moment.

Tang Qiaoqiao gasped tiredly. Acupuncture and moxibustion took a lot of energy.

In fact, the silver needle was only a carrier. The most important thing is to use her qi to pierce into the acupuncture points through the silver needle so that her qi can penetrate every blood vessel and meridian of his legs, opening up all the blockages, and repairing the damaged nerves.

This process couldn't be completed after just one or two attempts. Of course, she wouldn’t tell Shen Yue about this. He just needs to see the results.

"It will be fine for another half an hour." The woman's forehead and nose were sweating, her face was flushed, but her mouth was still smiling, and her small tiger teeth were looming.

Shen Yue's expression was complicated. He roughly pulled a few tissues from the coffee table and threw them to Tang Qiaoqiao. He said gruffly, "Wipe your sweat. It's so messy."

Tang Qiaoqiao was used to his poisonous tongue by now. She didn't care about his tone and carefully wiped away the sweat from her face.

After half an hour, Tang Qiaoqiao took out the needle.

In the next two days, she gave treatment to Shen Yue twice, and he did not resist.

The second episode of "Wonderful Food" was about to start recording, and the plan of the program group had changed. This time the theme was different. Instead of restaurant sales, it had been changed to living in a farmhouse, so Tang Qiaoqiao was going to stay in a village on the outskirts of the capital for two days and one night.

This was the first time since she had come to this world that she would spend the night outside of the Shen family's villa.

"I won't be back for two days. I asked Aunt Wang to use those vegetables in the back garden for you to eat. In addition, I also made some food in the refrigerator. You must eat it."

"The massage and acupuncture treatment will stop for two days. Wait for me to come back and I will do it again."

Tang Qiaoqiao whispered to Aunt Wang, she responded and told her not to worry. She would take good care of her husband.

Shen Yue didn't say a word, but his vintage was frighteningly cold. He didn't know why he was suddenly depressed. Wherever Tang Qiaoqiao spent the night before, even if she died outside, it had nothing to do with him.

Unknowingly, Tang Qiaoqiao had invaded his life bit by bit. Every place in this villa was contaminated with her trace. Yet, he knew very well that she had her own life. She often told him how many fans she had gained or how many people like the dishes she cooked.

She would be away for two days now to record the show, and she may leave for a long time because of work in the future, but he had no reason to stop her.

When he thought of this, his heart felt like it was crushed by a heavy stone.

Tang Qiaoqiao packed up her things and waved to Shen Yue, "I'm leaving."

Shen Yue didn't answer.

Tang Qiaoqiao walked to the hallway, turned her head again, and shouted at him, "I'm leaving."

"If you want to go, go quickly. What is with the shouting?" Shen Yue said coldly. He turned the wheelchair with his right hand, leaving with his back facing her. Why should he care about where she is going? It's best if she stayed far away so as not to mumble and annoy him and scare him with those stupid silver needles.

Tang Qiaoqiao sighed. She had to ask Aunt Wang to take good care of him.

After Tang Qiaoqiao met the program team, she learned that Wang Qiang and Xiao Ke would not be able to come due to conflicting schedules. They would have to welcome two new guests.

As for who it was, the director was strictly secretive and mysterious, making Tang Qiaoqiao look forward to it. Was it a superstar?

So Tang Qiaoqiao drove to the outskirts of Beijing in the crew's van for several hours. Regardless of the capital's prosperity, it felt like entering when arriving in the rural countryside. It was remote and desolate.

When they were more than a dozen miles away from the recording location, the director suddenly asked Tang Qiaoqiao to get out of the car, asking the videographer to follow along.

He just threw down the sentence, "You find a way to get there." Then the van sprinted off the road, leaving nothing but dust from the exhaust.

'The show crew is really trying to kill their stars!'

There was only a dusty dirt road without any village in front of them, and the shops were way behind them. How could they get there?

After a while, another van came. Another person and a videographer were thrown away from the van with the same sentence. Then, the crew ran away again.

'Oh, it's the new guest.' Tang Qiaoqiao walked over happily, wanting to say hello to the new guest.

The man turned around and met face-to-face with Tang Qiaoqiao.

Tang Qiaoqiao almost cursed! 

She was not expecting him.

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