My Wild Wife in Shanghai

Bai Xueyan naturally knew that it was her own initiative that led to this.

She had simply forgotten about this method of inducing vomiting.

Too primitive, too violent.

"Sister Bai, rinse your mouth first, and drink a couple of small sips to calm down."

When Chen Ye returned from outside, he got a glass of warm water from the water dispenser.

Bai Xueyan obediently sipped two mouthfuls of warm water.

A stream of sweet water flowed down her throat, finally relieving her discomfort.

"Are you feeling better?" Chen Ye asked gently.

"Hmm... I feel much better, but my head is still very dizzy and I have no strength at all," Bai Xueyan said weakly.

"Sister Bai, you drank too much. Although you vomited out the alcohol in your stomach, the alcohol in your blood hasn't been metabolized yet." Chen Ye helped Bai Xueyan out of the bathroom. "I know a hangover massage that's specifically designed to increase metabolism, improve blood circulation, and help you sober up. It'll make you feel refreshed within half an hour."

"That's amazing?"

"Want to give it a try?"

"Come on! Give it a try!"

"Lie down on the sofa, Sister Bai. This technique requires starting by massaging the meridians on your back and thighs," Chen Ye said, pointing to the spacious leather sofa.

Without the slightest hesitation, Bai Xueyan obediently turned to her side and lay prone on the thick, soft sofa.

As she lay down, her already alluring figure instantly revealed an even more enchanting curve.

Instantly, Chen Ye felt a surge of excitement.

"Chen Ye, come here!" Bai Xueyan beckoned seductively.

"oh oh!"

Chen Ye took a deep breath, forcibly composed himself, walked forward, and sat down on the edge of the sofa.

He rubbed his hands together to warm them, and a warm current rose from his palms.

"Sister Bai, I'm about to start. It might feel a little sore and swollen, so please bear with it."

"Hmm... ...Go ahead!"

Bai Xueyan buried her face in the cushion, her voice soft and sweet, as if carrying a hint of anticipation.

Previously, Chen Ye had treated her for insufficient blood supply to the brain, giving her three courses of massage therapy.

I haven't had a massage from Chen Ye since I returned to headquarters from the store last time.

This time, she was going to enjoy herself to the fullest.

The next second, Chen Ye's hands gently landed on Bai Xueyan's beautiful back.

Through the thin, gossamer-thin silk fabric, Bai Xueyan's amazing skin elasticity and scalding temperature were transmitted unreservedly to Chen Ye's palm.

The touch is like that of fine, warm jade.

It is warm, delicate, and soft as if boneless.

Chen Ye applied force with his fingertips, precisely locating the Dazhui, Ganshu, and Pishu acupoints along both sides of her spine.

Then, press your thumb harder on the Liver Shu acupoint.

"uh-huh... ..."

"Does it hurt, Sister Bai?"

The next second, Chen Ye asked, his throat tightening slightly.

"It doesn't hurt, it just feels sore and numb, and a little swollen."

Bai Xueyan's cheeks burned, and she buried her head even deeper in embarrassment.

She knew that the sound she had just made was somewhat alluring and somewhat out of control.

After the soreness subsided, an indescribable warm current spread rapidly along the spine to the limbs and bones, and the head, which had felt heavy and on the verge of splitting, actually began to feel lighter.

Chen Ye steadied himself, turning his palms into fingers, sometimes kneading, sometimes pushing, slowly moving down from her fragrant shoulders.

"Chen Ye! Your hands... why are they so hot?"

Bai Xueyan felt as if a small flame was burning under her skin in the areas where Chen Ye had touched and massaged her.

"This is the circulation of Qi and blood stimulated by massage; the heat indicates that the meridians are open."

Chen Ye explained in a low voice, his hands continuing down the waistline to the Shenshu and Baliao acupoints in the lumbosacral region.

The acupoints here are particularly sensitive, and Bai Xueyan herself also has a sensitive constitution.

With the slightest force, Bai Xueyan cried out.

Fine beads of sweat appeared on Chen Ye's forehead; this was an enormous test for him.

Before me lay the exquisite allure of a stunning beauty, the rich and seductive scent of her mature body filled my nostrils, and beneath my palms lay an unparalleled, soul-stirring sensation.

If Chen Ye hadn't experienced some exceptional women, he probably would have lost control by now.

The next second, he suppressed the surging heat in his heart and shifted the massage to Bai Xueyan's slender legs.

Chen Ye's hand massaged upwards along her smooth calves.

The fingertips glide over the Weizhong and Chengshan acupoints.

Bai Xueyan's thigh muscles were taut and elastic, so smooth that they were almost impossible to grasp.

As the massage continued, the alcohol in Bai Xueyan's body turned into a fine layer of fragrant sweat, seeping out from every pore of her body, and she felt much clearer-headed.

About twenty minutes later, Chen Ye let out a long sigh of relief and withdrew his hands.

"Alright, Sister Bai, that's about enough."

Chen Ye calmed his somewhat disordered breathing and said softly.

At this moment, Bai Xueyan was completely slumped on the sofa, and the heavy, oppressive smell of alcohol had mostly dissipated.

Instead, there was an unprecedented sense of clarity and lightness, and a completely clear mind.

She slowly turned over and lay on her back on the sofa, her face flushed, pursing her lips as she looked at Chen Ye, who was covered in sweat.

Suddenly, a slender, pale finger beckoned: "Chen Ye, come here!"

"Okay, Sister Bai!"

Chen Ye walked to the sofa.

Bai Xueyan suddenly reached out and hugged Chen Ye's neck, her soft body instantly collapsing onto him.