"The moment I sensed your presence, I knew it was you, cough cough..."
As she spoke, Han Shilan began to cough violently, and tears welled up in her eyes.
"What happened to you? Why did you get yourself into this state? Where are your parents-in-law? Why aren't they home?"
Yang Feng quickly sat on the bed, pulled her into his arms, held her wrist with one hand, and said.
"My parents went to the United States for a follow-up medical check-up, to examine my father's health."
Han Shilan nestled in Yang Feng's arms, her slender, pale fingers gently poking at his chest, and whispered:
"Then, I didn't want to bother them, otherwise they would probably give up on the follow-up appointment tomorrow and fly back directly."
Yang Feng remained silent, holding her wrist with one hand as he examined her body. He found it was just a common cold and fever, and breathed a sigh of relief.
What he feared most was that Han Shilan would contract some strange or unusual illness.
"So now, I'm all alone in this huge villa."
Han Shilan felt a surge of warmth in her heart when she saw that Yang Feng didn't say anything but just hugged her tightly. She then spoke up.
Upon hearing this, Yang Feng smiled faintly, lowered his head, buried his face in her fragrant neck, and whispered:
"Honey, what are you implying..."
"Ahem... what do you mean?"
Han Shilan didn't quite understand, coughed violently, and then asked in confusion.
"Alright, alright, it's nothing. Lie down on the bed first, I'll give you a traditional Chinese medicine massage, then you can have a good sleep, and your illness or cold will be better."
Yang Feng shook his head, putting aside those evil thoughts for the time being, and spoke.
"Okay, sure."
Han Shilan was very obedient. She lay on the bed, her little head half-buried in the pillow, her beautiful eyes smiling as she looked at Yang Feng.
Yang Feng's gaze was very clear. He didn't think about those things and began to massage her back with his hands, while also infusing her with spiritual energy.
Actually, there is another way to help her recover quickly: using silver needles combined with spiritual energy for treatment.
However, through this massage therapy, Yang Feng can not only easily cure his illness and cold, but also make his figure more prominent and shapely.
This is Yang Feng's purpose; what man wouldn't like his wife to have a good figure and a beautiful face?
(End of this chapter)
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Chapter 433 The Dragon Group Arrives!
"Mmm...that feels so good. Yang Feng, where did you learn this technique? How come you're so skilled? Didn't you say you were a very good doctor? Why don't you apply to the medical school for clinical trials?"
Han Shilan lay comfortably on the bed, her beautiful eyes glancing at Yang Feng, and said coquettishly.
"That knowledge is no longer worth my time. With my current level of medical skills, going there to learn would be like a college student going back to elementary school – it would be useless."
Yang Feng replied softly, his hands not idle either, kneading and massaging her back.
"Tch, you're too arrogant. Watch out for your future mishaps."
Han Shilan didn't expect Yang Feng to be so arrogant, so she immediately closed her eyes and replied.
"That's not possible."
Yang Feng smiled faintly. For him, as long as it wasn't a bizarre illness, it was all a piece of cake.
"You."
Han Shilan opened her beautiful eyes with annoyance, glared at Yang Feng, and finally closed them slightly to enjoy his massage.
She had never had a massage before, but she was surprised to find it so comfortable today. No wonder people always talked about going to "big health care" places...
However, those places may harbor some unexpected threats, and Han Shilan would let down her guard if she trusted someone, such as Yang Feng.
Even if he was trying to deceive her, she would accept it...
Who told her to fall in love with this man?
In this warm room, the ambiguous atmosphere grew stronger and stronger. Yang Feng looked at Han Shilan with tender eyes, his hands as if he were cherishing a beloved treasure.
Gradually, Han Shilan fell into a comfortable sleep, a sweet smile still lingering on her pretty face, looking incredibly charming as she slept.
Yang Feng gently covered her with the blanket, originally intending to go to bed and hold her while she took a nap at noon.
Unfortunately, several powerful energy fluctuations came from not far away, seemingly aimed at him.
"Hey... someone still comes looking for trouble at a time like this? If you don't give me a reasonable explanation today, you're all dead!"
Yang Feng felt a surge of anger rising within him. A cold smile curled at the corner of his lips as he turned and walked outside.
The figure vanished instantly, and the warm room became completely quiet.
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"Su Nan, according to the satellite's location, we should be in this villa complex. Let's go in!"