?Reading on mobile phone Qin Feng stared intently at Su Wu descending the stairs, until she felt uneasy. Eight Zero E-book (txt02.com) Su, the little girl, felt uncertain, but here was her home ground, giving her a bit of confidence. To not fall behind in demeanor, she held her head high, projecting an air of pride. Before she even sat down, Qin, the young noble, spoke firmly, "Do you know what mistake you've made?" "Not really," Su Wu replied firmly. She hadn't sat down because she had made a mistake—no, rather, her bottom hurt so much that standing was more comfortable than sitting. Qin Feng glanced at her and said, "I asked you to wait, but you took initiative; then I asked you to wait again, and you simply vanished. What kind of behavior is that?" "What behavior? I don't care!" Su, the little girl, lifted her chin. "You've been so kind in beating me up—I naturally come back to treat my injuries!" "Indeed. Qin Feng's gaze couldn't help but land on her well-rounded, firm buttocks, his keen eyes seeming to penetrate the silk nightgown as if invading it. To be honest, her legs were indeed beautiful—straight, full, and visibly supple, with smooth, pale skin. "What are you staring at?" Su Wu shot him a look. If she hadn't been outmatched, she'd have already launched herself at him. "You can't even look at me!" he huffed. "It's not necessary!" she replied. "It's absolutely essential," he said, stroking his chin with a smile. "Since it's my fault, I have a responsibility. How about this—I'll treat you, and I promise you'll be completely healed. What do you think?" Su Wu studied him with a skeptical expression. "You're going to treat me, are you? I suspect you're just after my tofu. Do you really think I'm that foolish?" "You've guessed my thoughts correctly," Qin Dao's face turned slightly crimson. "This is slander. As the saying goes, doctors have parents' hearts. How could I possibly have such a baseless thought? Let me be honest—should you refuse to treat me, it would take at least three days for the swelling to subside, and each day it would get worse. With my treatment, however, it will only take a moment to restore you to perfect health!" "Really?" Su Wu became even more doubtful. Qin Feng puffed out his chest proudly. "I swear by my personal honor. Didn't you remember? I'm no ordinary person, so naturally, my treatment methods aren't ordinary either!" Su Wu thought for a moment and decided it was worth trying. In fact, she had already gone to bed an hour ago, but due to her discomfort with sleeping on her stomach, she simply couldn't fall asleep—she really didn't feel comfortable at all. To be safe, she asked again, "You're certain you're not just treating me to eat my tofu?" "I can swear it on heaven," he declared, raising his right fist firmly. "Alright, then, let's treat you right here." "Su Wu pointed to the sofa beside her and said, 'I hope you truly recover. Let's begin!' Qin Feng thought this girl was indeed clever—choosing the living room as the treatment area, which meant he'd truly never get to enjoy tofu again. Would things unfold exactly as she envisioned? Heh, there's a truth: life is unpredictable. Regardless of what he might be thinking internally, he had to maintain a polished exterior. So he said formally, 'Very well, then. Let's begin. You lie on the sofa while I treat you!' The young woman took a deep breath and settled onto the sofa as instructed. After all, her silk nightgown was high on the hips, just barely covering half her thighs, leaving her calves and feet fully exposed. What beautiful legs—truly life-sustaining! Qin Feng swallowed hard, bent down, and reached for the hem of her dress. 'What are you doing?' Su Wu immediately held his hand steady. Could it be that, with this, Qin Feng's hands actually made solid contact with her thigh—just as he had imagined—and the skin was not only supple but also remarkably smooth? "Still隔着 clothes," he said, maintaining a completely unharmed expression. "Isn't just a single layer of fabric enough?" the young woman said, her tone almost pleading. "Miss," Qin Feng replied, "no matter how thin the fabric, it's still fabric. Wouldn't you bathe while wearing clothes?" He added, "This is the living room, isn't it? If I were to do anything out of the ordinary, all you'd need to do is shout, and dozens of people would rush in—your parents included. Do you think I'm foolish enough to take advantage of you under such circumstances?" Su Wu thought it made perfect sense. With a quiet courage, she admitted, "Alright, then. Let's begin. Just promise me you won't make any sudden moves—I won't call it improper!" Qin Feng chuckled softly. She'd never have such an opportunity. The hem of her skirt was lifted to her waist, revealing her snow-white buttocks, deeply furrowed and sculpted. Su, the young girl, wore a bikini-style underwear with thin straps and small fabric panels; the delicate strips nestled snugly within the grooves, appearing almost as though they had vanished entirely. The only imperfection was the swollen, rosy hue of her prominent, well-rounded buttocks. Qin Dashi suddenly felt a deep sense of tenderness and care, regretting his harsh handling of her. He slowly raised his right hand, allowing a flow of spiritual energy to travel through his arm and reach his palm, then gently placed it upon her snowy buttocks. Su's body began to tremble, her warm palm sending an unusual sensation through her—she couldn't quite tell whether it was pain, warmth, or tingling. A few seconds later, Qin Feng's other hand joined, resting gently on the same area. Su, now flushed, quickly buried her face in the sofa cushion, her cheeks and ears turning a deep crimson. Qin Feng's hands began to move slowly, which he called massage—though in truth, the term "caress" would be more fitting. His palms carried spiritual energy, capable of promoting blood circulation and resolving blood stasis, an effect far more pronounced than that of medication. The originally nearly purple swelling quickly turned pink. As his hands continued to move, the initial pain was entirely replaced by a soothing numbness, and wherever his palms passed, warmth spread. "Uh…" Su Wu couldn't help but hum, realizing she had lost her voice; her cheeks flushed even deeper. Qin, observing her, added more emphasis: "Do you feel it now? I've promised you complete recovery—feelings that are stronger indicate better results. If you find it comfortable, just let out a sound—there's no need to hold it in!" Su Wu felt so embarrassed she wanted to vanish into a crack in the floor, tightly gripping the sofa seat cover with both hands, her legs straightening rigidly. "Relax, your muscles are too tense—this will negatively affect the treatment. Take a deep breath and then relax… That's it, just like that." Under his guidance, Su Xiaoniu gradually relaxed. Relaxing meant losing some control over her body, and Qin Feng's hands deliberately slid toward her inner thighs—the most sensitive area of the body. "Oh… hmm…" Her hum grew louder不知不觉.