Invincible Young Master in the City
Chapter 205 - 205 201 Stomachache

205: Chapter 201 Stomachache 205: Chapter 201 Stomachache After dinner, Li Zhaojun went straight upstairs, while Ye Fan didn’t go out and stayed in the living room watching TV.

Around ten o’clock, Ye Fan was watching “Hua Qian Gu” on TV when suddenly he heard footsteps coming from the staircase behind him and turned his head to look.

Li Zhaojun descended the stairs, wearing a light purple silk nightgown.

Her hair, slightly damp, cascaded down her back, and a faint blush colored her delicate, fair face, clearly just after a shower.

She wore purple rattan-woven slippers on her dainty feet.

Ye Fan’s eyes widened as he watched her every move, until her contemptuous snort from behind the sofa brought him back to reality.

Rubbing his nose awkwardly, Ye Fan felt somewhat wronged, thinking to himself, “Isn’t it disrespectful if I don’t admire you when you’re flaunting such sexiness in front of me?”

After the snort, Li Zhaojun didn’t sit down on one of the other couches by the coffee table but instead walked gracefully towards the kitchen.

Once Li Zhaojun entered the kitchen, Ye Fan didn’t know what she was doing inside; he only heard the clanging of pots and pans.

Ye Fan shifted his attention back to the TV.

He had thought the protagonist Hua Qian Gu was rather pretty not long ago, but now, somehow, she just seemed completely ordinary and unremarkable.

“Being ugly isn’t your fault, but scaring people like this is wrong, and appearing on TV is utterly unforgivable!” muttered Ye Fan, unable to bear it anymore, he switched the channel to the central news station to watch the news.

Ten minutes or so passed when Ye Fan heard a noise from the kitchen and looked over to see Li Zhaojun carefully carrying a bowl of steaming hot soup towards him.

Soon, Li Zhaojun arrived at the coffee table in the living room, cautiously placing the hot bowl on the table, and then smoothly sat down on the leather sofa.

Ye Fan curiously glanced at the bowl of soup that had prompted Li Zhaojun to personally cook.

Beneath the white steam, the liquid was orange-red, with several slices of old ginger settled at the bottom.

Ye Fan sniffed, catching a hint of sweetness in the air, probably from added brown sugar.

“Huh, why would she suddenly make ginger tea with brown sugar by herself?

Is it really that delicious?” pondered Ye Fan.

At that moment, Li Zhaojun elegantly sat on the sofa, her two jade legs naturally crossed tightly.

She glanced at the content on TV and then called out indifferently, “Pass me the remote control.”

Ye Fan, losing his curiosity, handed the remote control to Li Zhaojun.

Li Zhaojun took the remote and started flipping through channels, stopping after going through seven or eight of them.

Ye Fan looked at the TV screen, damn it, it was the same channel he had switched from, currently airing “Hua Qian Gu”!

The drama showed Hua Qian Gu acting naively and sweetly, calling Sha Qianmo her sister and complimenting her beauty.

“Uh, can we change the channel?” Ye Fan found the plot unbearable and couldn’t help but say, “That woman is too ugly, it’s nauseating.”

Li Zhaojun glanced at Ye Fan without speaking, then turned back to the TV.

Expecting Li Zhaojun to insist on watching “Hua Qian Gu,” Ye Fan was surprised when she switched to a channel airing a modern-life drama.

“Heh, thank you,” said Ye Fan, expressing his appreciation.

Unfortunately, Li Zhaojun completely ignored him, not even bothering to glance his way.

Ye Fan spread his hands in self-mockery.

Although he had changed the channel, Ye Fan still couldn’t really get into the show, so his gaze kept drifting towards Li Zhaojun.

Soon, Ye Fan noticed something off about Li Zhaojun.

She was constantly holding her lower abdomen with her left hand, her delicate eyebrows lightly furrowed, her complexion a bit pale.

Instead of fixing her beautiful eyes solely on the TV screen, she kept glancing at the bowl of hot brown sugar ginger soup steaming on the coffee table.

“Hey, are you sick?” Ye Fan couldn’t help but ask, “If you’re sick, you should hurry to the hospital.

I can give you a free ride as your driver.”

However, to Ye Fan’s surprise, Li Zhaojun immediately sat up straight, removed her hand from her abdomen, then coldly glanced at him with her narrow eyes, without uttering a word, and turned her head back to watch the television.

Although Li Zhaojun didn’t say a word, Ye Fan clearly understood from that one glance that the woman was disdainfully saying, “Hmph, mind your own business!”

Having been rebuffed once more, Ye Fan could only laugh at himself with self-deprecating irony and mused, “Ye Fan, oh Ye Fan, she may be beautiful and sexy, but why bother when she’s giving you the cold shoulder?”

Thinking of the word “butt,” Ye Fan couldn’t help but stealthily peek at Li Zhaojun’s bottom.

He entertained a flurry of wild thoughts for a while, then suddenly heard a faint moan of pain, which snapped him back to reality.

Taking a closer look at Li Zhaojun, he noticed that she no longer sat upright.

Instead, she was bent over like a shrimp, her hands tightly clutching her lower abdomen, her pretty face as pale as paper, her beautiful eyebrows tightly knitted, her sensuous lips clenched shut, yet unable to suppress the sounds of pain.

Furthermore, her eyes were fixed on the still-steaming bowl of brown sugar ginger soup.

“She…” Ye Fan’s thoughts raced, and he immediately realized, “She must be suffering from menstrual cramps.

And it looks severe.”

“I could help ease her pain right now, but I’d have to touch her feet,” he hesitated, “Should I help her?

If I touch her feet, will she slap me across the face?”

In fact, there was an even more direct and effective method—that was to press the Cervix Meridian point.

But the Cervix Meridian point was located on the lower abdomen, a palm’s width below the navel (four inches below the navel) in the center.

So, that was even less likely.

Seeing Li Zhaojun sweating from pain on her forehead, Ye Fan gritted his teeth and scolded himself, “A true man should act with both purpose and restraint.

Am I really going to be so afraid of a mere slap that I shrink back and do nothing, watching a frail woman suffer such immense pain?”

Having justified it to himself, Ye Fan immediately got up, walked over, and squatted in front of Li Zhaojun, saying, “I can help alleviate your pain, just bear with it for a moment.”

After saying this, he didn’t wait for Li Zhaojun’s consent and directly reached out with his left hand to pick up her right foot.

As soon as he touched Li Zhaojun’s foot, Ye Fan immediately felt a fine and smooth sensation, tinged with a pronounced coolness—obviously the result of the chilling effect of her intense cramps.

Without dwelling on the subtle touch, Ye Fan clenched his right fist, protruded the knuckle of his index finger, and, while channeling his Inner Strength, pressed a specific point on the sole of her exquisite foot.

Li Zhaojun, obviously unwilling to have her foot held by someone, struggled to draw back her foot despite the severe pain in her lower abdomen.

However, Ye Fan was the type of person who once he started something, he had to see it through.

Having decided to alleviate Li Zhaojun’s menstrual cramps, he wasn’t going to stop just because she was resisting.

As such, he firmly held onto Li Zhaojun’s foot, making it impossible for her to shake free, while he quickly intensified the stimulation of the point on the sole of her foot using his Inner Strength.

That acupoint, if pressed by an ordinary person, would need at least several minutes to truly relieve the pain of the Cervix Meridian.

But under the forceful stimulation of Ye Fan’s Inner Strength, the effect was immediate.