I met a yandere rich girl online using fake photos, and she kidnapped me.

Moreover, it's not just a matter of stuttering now; Lin An's second brother experiences waves of pain whenever he thinks about it.

This is no longer a period of post-coital recovery; it feels like my second brother will need to hibernate for a long time before he can recover.

As Lin An was assessing his physical condition, Huo Nianci spoke up, "Is An'an still not fully recovered? Are you avoiding intimacy with me?"

Huo Nianci was completely baffled by Lin An's reaction.

An hour has passed, and he still hasn't recovered?

I definitely don't want to.

It's definitely an act.

Therefore, Lin An felt it was necessary to supplement Huo Nianci's knowledge with some physiological information.

He opened the bean bun and typed in his question.

Then, Doubao gave the answer.

"Okay, regarding your girlfriend's claim that you can get back to peak condition in an hour, I'll give you the most straightforward and direct answer: Impossible!"

With Doubao's help, Lin An held the phone up to Huo Nianci: "You don't believe me, but Doubao, you have to believe me, right?"

Huo Nianci slapped his phone away: "What's there to believe in an idiot like you?"

"It's all a guess. If it's right, it's right; if it's wrong, it just casually apologizes..."

Lin An: "..."

He could refute other things, but he really couldn't refute this.

So he asked DS again and searched for some professional information on his phone to prove to Huo Nianci that he was really in pain and not trying to avoid being intimate with her.

Under his persistent and persuasive arguments, Huo Nianci seemed to accept his explanation.

After all, she can distinguish between a full meal and a full meal every day. If she really ruins her "brother-in-law," what will she play with in the future?

She had originally wanted Lin An to keep his promise from earlier that day.

Now that my second brother is in hibernation, the promised matters must be temporarily put on hold.

"Alright," Huo Nianci spoke again, "Since An'an needs to recover, then I'll help you recover, is that alright?"

Hearing that she wanted to help him recover, Lin An's recently relaxed breath caught in his throat again: "How can you help?"

"Same as last time, I'll give you a massage."

Huo Nianci stood up from the sofa and deliberately rubbed her face against the bulge in her blazer: "A massage will help you recover faster."

Upon hearing Huo Nianci mention wanting a massage again, Lin An's mind almost reflexively flashed back to that night lying on the leather sofa.

With her hands and feet bound by hemp rope, Huo Nianci, dressed in an absurdly short maid outfit, slid down his back...

"No, no," Lin An habitually struggled, "My muscles aren't that sore, no need to trouble you..."

Seeing that Lin An wouldn't agree to the massage, Huo Nianci's eyes immediately narrowed.

"Is An'an complaining that I didn't press the buttons well?"

"No," Lin An quickly explained, "I just think you've had a long day and should get some rest..."

"I'm not tired," Huo Nianci interrupted him, her displeasure becoming more pronounced. "An'an just dislikes me."

She stood in front of the sofa, tilting her head slightly.

The consequences of angering Huo Nianci would be absolutely dire.

Lin An looked at her eyes, which seemed exceptionally bright under the light, struggled for two seconds, and then sighed resignedly.

In comparison, agreeing to her request is the best option.

So he said, "Okay, if you want, then press it."

Upon hearing his agreement, Huo Nianci immediately smiled and pulled him towards the bedroom.

Lin An said, "The dining table hasn't been cleared yet."

"Don't meddle in things that aren't your business!" Huo Nianci pulled him into the master bedroom and then let go of his hand.

Then he walked to the bedside table, opened the drawer, and pulled out a thin pink rope.

I don't know what motivated her to put the pink rope in the drawer.

But when Lin An saw the rope, the hairs on the back of his head immediately stood on end.

"Seriously? They want to tie us up?"

Noticing his resistance, Huo Nianci became even more excited.

She gripped the pink string again and gestured with her chin toward the wall in the room: "Lie down there."

Lin An followed her gaze.

It's the same dark brown leather sofa as last time.

He resignedly walked over, leaned against the back of the sofa, buried his face in his arms, and muttered, "Tie me up."

Clearly, this time he has a much clearer understanding of his own identity.

Huo Nianci first gathered his two wrists behind his back, wrapped them twice with a small pink rope, and tied a knot that was neither too tight nor too loose.

The ankle was also tied twice.

Lin An could sense that the rope was not tied tightly; he could feel a slight restraint but it did not constrict his flesh.

After she was tied up, she put her hand on his shoulder.

"Then I'll begin," Huo Nianci said.

"Okay," Lin An shouted, still bound.

This time, Huo Nianci was much gentler.

Seemingly for the purpose of massaging Lin An, the fingertips were kneading the muscle where his shoulder blade and cervical spine connected in circles.

Lin An could feel the muscles that had been stiff and sore from the constant tension slowly softening under her fingertips.

Her technique is really different from last time.

Last time she was rubbing against him with her body, but this time she was actually massaging his muscles and acupoints.

Comfortable!

Feeling Huo Nianci's soft little hand gently roaming over his back, Lin An's breathing gradually relaxed from its previous tension.

His chin rested on his crossed arms, his body rising and falling slightly with the rhythm of her massage.

The warmth from her back spread from the point of contact between her palms.

His eyelids began to feel heavy.

As we all know, sleeping during a proper massage is the most comfortable.

Exhausted, Lin An fell into a deep sleep.

He didn't know how much time had passed before he regained consciousness.

who am I?

where am I?

His brain underwent a reboot before his physical sensations gradually returned.

Lin An wasn't sure what position he was in, but it felt like he was lying on a soft, flat surface.

My body felt loosely pressed against the mat underneath, without any feeling of tightness or restriction.

A cool sensation came from my toes.

He slowly opened his eyes.

Lin An's vision was initially blurry, but it gradually became clear after blinking twice.

The pink ropes binding her hands and feet had been untied at some point, leaving only faint red marks around her wrists and ankles.

His body was very relaxed, from his shoulders to his back to his calves, every part of him felt relaxed as if he had been thoroughly massaged.

Lin An wiggled his toes and felt a slightly cool resistance.

He laboriously turned his head to look at his feet.

Huo Nianci was squatting on the floor at the end of the sofa, with her back to him and her head down.

She held a slender brush in her hand, intently painting the nail of his right big toe.

A row of brightly colored small bottles were spread out on the floor next to them.

There are bright red, burgundy, pink, and a bottle of shiny silver-gray.

There was a used cotton ball and a small bottle of nail polish remover at her feet.

"Nianci," Lin An asked疑惑地, "What are you doing?"