You Are My Rare Passion

  Chapter 867 Gu Jun's helplessness

  Gu Jun was twisted by her and said "Oh," "Ye Xiaobei, you masseur is not professional at all. How can you lynch the patient by pressing it?"

   Ye Xingbei: "...no serious!"

  She pressed Gu Jun one by one for more than half an hour. Gu Jun turned around and held her hand, rolled over, took her into her arms, bowed her head and kissed: "Don't press it, it doesn't hurt anymore."

  If he was still not sure whether Ye Xingbei’s massage was effective for his old injuries last time, he is now 100% sure.

  Today, his muscles were stiff and faintly painful, but within the range he could bear, he had been deliberately neglecting.

  I was pressed by Ye Xingbei for a while now, and felt that the muscles had relaxed and the pain had basically disappeared, making it uncomfortable.

  It can be seen that the last time it was not a coincidence, Ye Xingbei’s massage was indeed effective for his old injuries.

   Ye Xingbei scrutinized him suspiciously: "It really hurts?"

  She stretched her hand behind him, touched it lightly, and pressed it again.

  The skin has a warm temperature, and the muscles have restored their normal elasticity.

  Should...it really doesn’t hurt anymore.

  He moved his body, avoided her, took her into his arms and kissed him, "Go to sleep."

  His voice is low and hoarse, with uncontrollable fatigue.

   Ye Xingbei was stunned, and suddenly recovered.

  Joy has just passed away.

  For him, it is now a physical and mental suffering.

  He didn't say anything, just tolerated silently.

  He always does this.

  He is filled with everyone he cares about.

  His father, brother, nephew, her, and young saplings.

  He takes each of them in his heart, but ignores himself.

  But... he is also a man of flesh and blood.

   will hurt.

   will be sad.

  But he always said nothing. He endured silently, leaving the happiness and happiness to the people around him, enduring pain and sorrow by himself, and not letting others worry about him.

  Ye Xingbei's heart suddenly hurt.

  She suddenly felt sad.

  Sorry for him.

  She didn’t want to look at him like this, she looked up at him, and changed the subject, “You said, did the medicine just taken work or did my massage work?

   Gu Jun rubbed the back of her head one by one: "Is there both? Anyway, the result is good."

"If my massage can relieve your pain, then you can skip the medicine," Ye Xingbei said, and regretted it. "No, I've seen it. Your medicine can relieve the pain. There are also those that nourish the nerves. You can skip the painkillers, but you must insist on taking the medicines that nourish the nerves. Massage is only an auxiliary treatment. It is not a cure for the symptoms. If you have a nerve problem, you still have to take medicine."

  Gu Jun smiled and kissed her again, “Okay, don’t think about it, look, I’m holding you well now, and smiling happily, isn’t that good? It’s really late, go to bed.”

   "Well, it's good, sleep, good night!" Ye Xingbei gave him a kiss, then nestled in his arms and closed his eyes.

Yes it is.

  Anyway, whether it's Gu Junzhu or Qiao Zui, Fang Yao, at least they are still alive.

  As long as we are still alive, there is hope for everything.

  This is already very good.

  *

  The next day, after the two got up, they brought the young sapling and Ling Yue downstairs to eat.

  Feng Yi has already got up, standing at the door of the living room, his slender body is straight like a tree.

  (End of this chapter)