bioinnovel Chapter 12 Is this something I can read without paying?
Chapter 12 Is this something I can read without paying?
In the kitchen, Zhang Yan stood frozen in place, like a stone statue.
The gleaming golden book, "Top Massage Techniques," slowly turned its pages in his mind, and countless diagrams of the human body's meridians, detailed explanations of acupoints, and massage techniques poured into the depths of his memory like a waterfall.
From head to toe, there are 361 acupoints, 12 regular meridians, and 8 extraordinary meridians...
Everything became as clear as instinct.
He could even clearly "see" the direction of every muscle in his body and the flow of blood with every heartbeat.
This reward...
Zhang Yan's cheeks started to burn again.
System, do you have some other ideas?
Just now, he almost thought he was going to be forced to "pay with his body", but then he was given this ambiguous skill.
What is this?
Should we encourage him to be more proactive next time?
"Little cook, you died in there?"
Nie Qingcheng's lazy yet slightly impatient voice came from the living room, interrupting Zhang Yan's reverie.
"Where's the food? Do you want your creditors to starve?"
"...They're here!"
Zhang Yan snapped out of his daze and quickly scooped out the food that was still warm in the pot.
Three dishes and a soup, the aroma remains the same.
But now, as he holds the plate, his state of mind is completely different.
When he looks at Nie Qingcheng now, he no longer sees just a stunningly beautiful and sexy older woman.
In his system-modified "vision," he could clearly "see" the slightly stiff shoulder and neck muscles beneath her expensive silk slip dress, caused by long hours of desk work.
You can "see" the "dowager's hump" that is slightly protruding due to poor posture at the junction of her seventh cervical vertebra and first thoracic vertebra.
Occupational disease.
Zhang Yan silently gave himself a diagnosis.
The atmosphere at the dinner table was much more relaxed than before.
That unexpected "embrace" was easily dismissed by Nie Qingcheng with a big laugh and a few teasing remarks.
But Zhang Yan still felt uncomfortable.
He buried his head in his rice, but his eyes kept uncontrollably glancing at the person opposite him.
Nie Qingcheng ate elegantly, but Zhang Yan noticed that every few bites she would unconsciously furrow her brows and unconsciously pinch her right shoulder with her left hand.
Moreover, her movements of turning her head or bending down to pick up food all carried a subtle stiffness.
"President Nie."
Zhang Yan put down his chopsticks, hesitated for a moment, and then spoke.
Although that was an accident, he was still a man and gained a huge advantage.
The amazing sensation is still etched in his palm, making him restless.
He wanted to do something to offset the offense.
"Is your neck feeling uncomfortable?"
Nie Qingcheng paused in her act of picking up food.
She raised her head, her beautiful fox-like eyes narrowing slightly, with a hint of scrutiny.
"How could you...?"
Before she could finish speaking, she had already figured out the answer.
He just fell off the ladder and landed squarely on her, probably aggravating her old, already strained injuries.
Thinking of this, Nie Qingcheng rolled her eyes at him in annoyance.
"Isn't this all your doing?"
She put down her chopsticks, rubbing the back of her neck in frustration. "I feel like my bones are about to fall apart from that impact."
It wasn't that serious, but she just wanted to see him look guilty.
Sure enough, a deep sense of apology immediately appeared on Zhang Yan's face.
"sorry……"
Looking at her furrowed brows, the book "Top Massage Techniques" in his mind automatically flipped to the chapter on "Neck and Shoulder Conditioning".
Countless techniques for relaxing muscles and tendons are ready to be used at his fingertips.
A bold idea popped into my head uncontrollably.
"that……"
Zhang Yanqing cleared his throat, his voice a little hoarse, "When I was in the orphanage, I received a few days of massage from an old Chinese medicine doctor."
This was the most plausible excuse he could think of.
"I know a little bit of traditional massage techniques, which are specifically for treating sprains, bruises, and muscle strain."
He raised his head, met Nie Qingcheng's probing gaze, and forced himself to continue speaking.
"How about... I try it on you?"
The air became quiet.
Nie Qingcheng looked Zhang Yan up and down as if she had heard something out of the blue.
That expression seemed to say: You? An eighteen-year-old boy, knows traditional massage techniques?
She's a good cook, and now she can even give massages?
How many surprises is he still hiding?
Are you sure?
Nie Qingcheng leaned back in her chair, arms crossed, her posture full of suspicion.
"If you press it wrong and cause me serious injury, can you afford to compensate me?"
"It's just a simple muscle relaxation, nothing will happen."
Zhang Yan explained, his tone carrying a hint of confidence that he himself was unaware of.
That confidence comes from the system.
Nie Qingcheng stared at him for a full half minute.
The boy's eyes were bright and clear, without a trace of ulterior motives, only pure earnestness and a persistent desire to make amends for his mistakes.
For some inexplicable reason, she nodded.
"OK."
She stood up, walked to the large leather sofa in the living room, and promptly lay down.
The wine-red silk skirt slid down as she lay down, clinging tightly to her amazing waist and hip curves, and her two long, straight legs swayed in the air, dazzlingly white.
"bring it on."
She buried her face in her arms, her voice muffled.
"If you don't press it correctly, your debt will increase by another zero."
Zhang Yan: "..."
He took a deep breath and walked to the sofa.
Up close, his smooth back, his clearly visible shoulder blades, and the alluring silhouette faintly visible beneath the expensive fabric were a visual feast, testing his fragile nerves.
He shook his head, forcing himself to get into the role of "doctor".
"It might hurt a little, just bear with it."
Zhang Yan knelt on the carpet next to the sofa; the height was just right.
He reached out, his fingertips hovering above that smooth, delicate skin, hesitating for half a second.
Then, it fell down.
It feels warm and smooth to the touch, as delicate as the finest mutton fat jade.
The system skill was activated the instant his fingertips touched Nie Qingcheng's back.
His mind cleared instantly, and all distracting thoughts were dispelled.
Every muscle texture and every blocked meridian beneath that skin was laid bare to his senses.
His fingers stopped trembling and became steady and strong.
There was no unnecessary touching, no lewd probing whatsoever.
His thumb precisely located the "Jianjing" acupoint on her right shoulder, and he slowly applied pressure downwards.
"!"
Nie Qingcheng, who had been lounging lazily, suddenly stiffened.
A strong, indescribable tingling and numb sensation exploded from that point, coursing through half of my body like an electric current.
pain!
It feels both sour and bloated!
But there's also an indescribable sense of comfort!
She bit her lip, almost crying out.
Is this kid... serious?
Zhang Yan did not stop.
His fingers seemed to have eyes, following her Du meridian downwards, kneading, pinching, plucking, and tapping, each movement precisely landing on the most crucial point.
He peeled away the fascia that had stuck together due to long-term fatigue, little by little.
He skillfully and gently unblocked those obstructed meridians.
Nie Qingcheng felt like a piece of raw iron being repeatedly hammered, all the impurities and fatigue being gradually knocked away under the steady and powerful pressure.
Her mind gradually went blank, and her consciousness began to blur.
Over the years, she has also visited many top-tier spas and experienced the services of massage masters from various countries.
But no one could be like Zhang Yan.
His technique was domineering, precise, and hit the vital points, as if it could penetrate the skin and flesh and reach the depths of the soul.
Zhang Yan's fingers traced along her spinal groove, pressing all the way down to her lumbar vertebrae.
When he used his knuckles to forcefully pry open the stiffest muscle in her waist, an intense, tingling sensation shot from her tailbone straight to the top of her head.
"Um……"
Nie Qingcheng could no longer hold back.
A suppressed, nasal sound of satisfaction escaped from her lips.
The sound wasn't loud.
Yet it was melodious and charming, with a hint of tremolo that stirred the imagination.
Zhang Yan's fingers paused, and his cheeks instantly burned again.
Sis, is your voice... normal?
Just then.
Click.
The electronic lock on the villa's gate made a soft click.
The door opened.
Linda, the chief secretary, rushed in, clutching urgent documents.
"Mr. Nie! That merger and acquisition deal..."
The sound stopped abruptly.
Linda stood frozen in the entryway, like a duck being choked.
Pupil earthquake.
Within sight.
Under the dim and ambiguous lighting.
Her boss, known as the "Ice Queen," was lying on the sofa, disheveled and flushed.
And the handsome young man was kneeling behind her, his hands pressed against her body...
The most critical thing is...
That soul-stirring "be gentle" reached Linda's ears.
boom--
The string of "reason" in Linda's mind snapped.
Is this something I can watch without paying?!
Is this something I can listen to without paying?!
President Nie...
So you like this kind of thing?!
"I'm so sorry!"
Linda blushed so deeply she almost dropped the documents in her hand.
She turned around abruptly, her movements as swift as a startled rabbit.
"I didn't see anything! I didn't hear anything!"
"Please continue! Continue!"
boom!
The door slammed shut.
The living room was deathly silent.
Zhang Yan's hand was still on Nie Qingcheng's waist.
The two exchanged a glance.
Zhang Yan's lips twitched, and he closed his eyes in despair.
It’s over.
This time, there's really no way to clear my name.