Return to the City: The Strongest King
Chapter 320 - 321: Massage for Sister

Chapter 320: Chapter 321: Massage for Sister

"Ah..." Song Xiaoru’s clothes were lifted, and she let out a low cry. She was already wearing pajamas and had no bra underneath, her face suddenly flushed as she said, "You could at least say something before lifting my clothes."

Song Xiaodong was staring intently at Song Xiaoru’s right chest, and casually said, "I’m checking it."

Song Xiaoru, seeing how anxious Song Xiaodong looked, felt that she might have overreacted. However, exposing her chest in front of Song Xiaodong still made her quite embarrassed. She asked, "How is it?"

"It’s a bit swollen, oh, you gave me a scare, nothing serious. It’s just the capillaries bled a bit from too much force during detoxification. It’s nothing serious. I’ll massage it a bit, and it should return to normal soon."

As he spoke, Song Xiaodong’s hand was already massaging the area around Song Xiaoru’s right chest.

Song Xiaoru opened her mouth, feeling overwhelmingly shy. This kid, to just start massaging without even asking her opinion, hurriedly pulled Song Xiaodong’s hand and scolded, "Go lock the door. If Qingqing or Xuanxuan barges in and sees this, it would be extremely embarrassing."

Song Xiaodong was taken aback for a moment, then realized that such actions indeed wouldn’t look good if seen by others. He quickly jumped off the bed and locked the bedroom door.

When he turned back and came to the bedside, Song Xiaoru had already pulled the quilt over herself.

"I haven’t even started massaging yet, why are you covering up with the quilt?" Song Xiaodong sat beside Song Xiaoru and asked.

"You don’t need to look to massage, right?" Song Xiaoru asked, her face flushed.

"That is true... Oh, sis, there’s nothing to be embarrassed about. I am your younger brother, how could I take advantage of you? This is for your treatment. Besides, I am a doctor, and in front of a doctor, a patient naturally doesn’t have any privacy."

"It’s exactly because you are my brother that I feel embarrassed. What brother touches his sister here?" Song Xiaoru flushed and gave Song Xiaodong a disgruntled look.

Song Xiaodong chuckled and said, "Remember when we were little, I always used to touch you to fall asleep, just like when I was touching mom."

"You little rascal, you still dare to say that," Song Xiaoru scolded playfully and hit Song Xiaodong, a nostalgic smile lighting her features as she recalled those childhood days.

Back then, the two of them lived in that small house. During the cold winters, they would sleep together under one quilt, covered with two blankets to survive the frigid nights.

Girls develop early, and Song Xiaoru grew into a young woman while Song Xiaodong was still a little kid. When they cuddled together, Song Xiaodong would inevitably touch her chest. At that time, neither thought much of it; their hearts were pure, and she indeed took care of Song Xiaodong like a mother.

"So, you don’t need to overthink it. Even though we’ve grown up, I am still your brother. Your health will always be my top priority."

"Alright, alright, that’s all very theoretical," Song Xiaoru chuckled lightly and said, "Then lie down and give me a massage."

"Mm," Song Xiaodong replied and then lay down next to Song Xiaoru.

Song Xiaoru had Song Xiaodong lie down specifically so he wouldn’t see her face. Knowing that Song Xiaodong wasn’t her biological brother, even if their relationship was good, massaging sensitive areas still made Song Xiaoru feel extremely shy and embarrassed. She was afraid her expressions would be odd and that Song Xiaodong would see them.

"I definitely shouldn’t have any other thoughts. You are Dongzi’s sister, and Dongzi is just giving you a massage, it’s not a big deal."

Song Xiaoru had been constantly reminding herself, but when Song Xiaodong truly began to massage her, all those mental prompts were utterly ineffective. Song Xiaodong’s massage soon alleviated her pain.

Song Xiaodong’s hands were very warm, with somewhat rough palms and calluses. Yet, when placed in front of her chest, they still gave her a strange feeling, a very comforting sensation that made her reluctant to have Song Xiaodong’s hands leave her chest, and even made her wish that Song Xiaodong’s hands were not limited to just one side.

"Hmm..." Song Xiaoru couldn’t help but let out a suppressed sound.

"Sis, did I use too much strength?" Song Xiaodong immediately asked.

"No... no!" Song Xiaoru turned her head and said, "Oh, just a little painful."

"Then I’ll be gentler," Song Xiaodong quickly said.

Song Xiaoru felt uneasy, secretly bit her lip to let the pain stop her wild thoughts, and after Song Xiaodong pressed a few more times, she said, "Dongzi, I’m much better now, no need for more massage."

"Let me check again." Song Xiaodong sat up, checked again which caused Song Xiaoru’s face to flush. Fortunately, Song Xiaodong’s attention was only on her chest and did not notice her face, so she was not discovered.

"Hmm, it seems there is nothing wrong now." Song Xiaodong nodded, then grinned and said, "Sis, tonight I still want to sleep here with you."

"Why?" Song Xiaoru immediately became tense.

"I just remembered the times when I used to sleep holding you." Song Xiaodong chuckled, lied down, and had already embraced Song Xiaoru.

"You little rascal, hurry back to your own room, what if Qingqing sees this? What would that look like?"

"What’s there to be afraid of if she sees? You are my sister, not someone else, and besides, she’s not really my girlfriend yet." Song Xiaodong said, and held Song Xiaoru even tighter.

Song Xiaoru said helplessly, "You little rogue."

"Hehe, sleep, sleep." Song Xiaodong kissed Song Xiaoru on the face, then didn’t move away, staying face to face with Song Xiaoru.

Song Xiaoru felt that today Song Xiaodong was clingier than usual, like when they were children. Since Song Xiaodong had returned, they had actually shared a bed several times, but none were as clingy as today.

"Could it be that he knows I’m not his real sister?" Song Xiaoru suddenly had a terrifying thought.

But she immediately denied it, thinking that if Song Xiaodong had found out, he would definitely have asked her, not acted like he was now.

Today, Song Xiaodong was clinging to Song Xiaoru because he was scared.

Earlier today, the Poisoned Needle had hit Song Xiaoru above her right breast. If it had struck her left breast, even Song Xiaodong would have been unable to save Song Xiaoru’s life.

Just thinking about it sent chills through Song Xiaodong. He couldn’t imagine how he would react if Song Xiaoru were killed. He might go insane. Over the years, Song Xiaoru had been his biggest concern; his efforts, his persistence, were largely for her. So now, he just wanted to hold her, to stay by her side, not wanting to leave.