Chapter 208 - 149: Goodbye
"It’s itchy, too."
"I asked if it hurts!"
"Oh, oh, it doesn’t hurt."
"Good. There’s no fluid in the joint cavity, and the anterior talofibular ligament is recovering well," Jiang He concluded.
The ankle examination should have ended there.
But Jiang He’s hand slid up from her ankle to her calf.
Her calves, wrapped in black stockings, were shapely and firm, without an ounce of excess fat. They felt so good he didn’t want to let go.
His fingers gently kneaded the muscles of her calf with just the right amount of pressure.
Shen Yu finally couldn’t help but turn her head back and ask doubtfully,
"Dr. Jiang, isn’t it my ankle that’s injured? Is it necessary to examine higher up?"
Jiang He threw out some Traditional Chinese Medicine theory. "These meridians are all connected. When your ankle is injured, the surrounding muscles compensate when you walk. This can easily lead to fatigue and stiffness in your calf muscles, so sometimes you need to massage them a bit to promote blood circulation."
Shen Yu: "Is that so?"
"Mhm, mhm," Jiang He nodded repeatedly. To prove he wasn’t making it up, he pressed his thumb into the Chengshan acupoint on her calf.
Shen Yu let out a muffled grunt, her body trembling slightly.
This was a crushing blow delivered from a higher dimension of professional expertise.
The moment he pressed the acupoint and she felt the pain, she was convinced he was telling the truth...
Getting greedy, Jiang He’s hand continued upward, past her calf, to the back of her knee.
Here, the stocking was stretched thin from the bend, making it more transparent.
He cupped her knee with his palm, gently rubbing it in circles.
Then, his fingers left her knee, preparing to advance toward her thigh.
Unfortunately, just then, Shen Yu suddenly pressed down on the back of Jiang He’s hand and asked,
"Dr. Jiang, is touching my thigh also part of the treatment?"
Jiang He gave a dry cough and averted his gaze. "Yes, yes, the muscle groups are all connected..."
He was about to come up with another excuse when Shen Yu suddenly changed the subject. "Have you really never been in a relationship?"
Jiang He: "Huh? It’s true! Never in my life."
Shen Yu narrowed her eyes. "Then how are you so smooth?"
Faced with his wife’s suspicion, Jiang He decided to sacrifice his roommates without hesitation.
"They’re the bad influences. Wang Bo is always in the dorm writing web novels, and he’s always writing all this weird stuff. I’m forced to glance at it sometimes. And that guy Li Zijian is so experienced, he’s always in the dorm preaching his twisted theories and taught me a few things. Oh, right, and Chen Hao! Chen Hao’s a good guy, but he’d also tell me about this and that..."
At that moment, the three brothers of Dorm 402 all sneezed at the same time.
One scheme, three scapegoats.
’Sorry, bros,’ Jiang He thought.
Hearing this explanation, Shen Yu burst into laughter.
She poked Jiang He’s cheek.
"Don’t let them be a bad influence on you, Dr. Jiang."
"Okay, don’t worry. I promise to be the lotus that emerges from the mud unstained. I definitely won’t be corrupted."
After saying that, Jiang He pulled his hand back.
But that didn’t quench his thirst; it only made him greedier.
So, he stretched and said suddenly, "Ah, I’m feeling a little sleepy. Why don’t we sleep a little longer?"
Shen Yu was confused. "Sleep? Don’t we have to leave for the airport soon?"
"Oh, it’s still early. We still have six hours, don’t we? We can sleep for another two hours."
"But I’m not sleepy."
"But I am. I didn’t sleep well last night. You kept hogging the covers."
"I did not!"
"Not only did you hog the covers, you also bit me. And you were rolling around in my arms, you have no idea. You even kicked me in the middle of the night."
Shen Yu’s face began to flush. "You’re lying! I’m a very still sleeper!"
Jiang He: "And not just that, you were talking in your sleep. You said..."
"Hey! Don’t say any more!"
Shen Yu suddenly panicked and lunged across the bed, clamping her hands tightly over Jiang He’s mouth.
Sleep-talking! She was terrified she might have actually said something embarrassing in her sleep!
Because back in school, she’d had an erotic dream before.
In the dream, she was hugging Jiang He, calling him "Hubby" over and over, and even saying more indescribable nonsense.
’No way! I didn’t actually say it out loud for him to hear, did I?’
Shen Yu’s mind was buzzing. She was screaming internally: ’Ugh! Please, no! This is so embarrassing!’
With his mouth covered, Jiang He looked at her expression of mortified anger and a hint of a smile flashed in his eyes.
He pried her hands off his mouth.
Then he sighed, his tone thirty percent aggrieved and seventy percent exhausted. "That’s why I didn’t sleep well. I’m planning to take a nap to catch up on sleep."
Shen Yu’s face was red all the way to the roots of her neck. She let out a sharp "Hmph!", pulled her legs back, and wrapped her arms around her knees.
"Then you can sleep by yourself! I’m going to play on my phone."
Jiang He’s gaze swept over Shen Yu.
She was, after all, wearing a short skirt and black stockings.
This position of hugging her knees on the bed inevitably caused her skirt to ride up, exposing a large expanse of her black-stocking-clad legs.
Jiang He quickly looked away. "Who hugs their knees on a bed like that..."
Shen Yu instantly understood what he meant.
"Ah!" She quickly put her legs down, grabbed the nearby blanket to cover them, and cursed in embarrassment and anger, "Idiot! You idiot, Jiang He!"
Jiang He pretended not to hear. He pulled up the blanket and closed his eyes. "Ah, so sleepy, so sleepy. Time for sleep."
Then, Jiang He really did just lie down flat on his side of the bed.
Shen Yu, covered by the blanket, leaned against the headboard. Ignoring him, she took out her phone and started playing Snake.
He lay there for about ten minutes.
Jiang He suddenly rolled over with a large movement.
"This bed is so soft. It’s not comfortable to sleep on."
Shen Yu ignored him and continued playing on her phone.