Sweet Nostalgia of the 80s
Chapter 798: You think your physique can invigorate yang?

Chapter 798: Chapter 798: You think your physique can invigorate yang?

"I promise you," An Hao smiled at her. "Actually, if you hadn’t told me, I wouldn’t have known who the other party was anyway."

"Just to be safe. For caution’s sake, please cooperate with me," Yan Huan’s tone became much gentler.

"Sure," An Hao nodded and then added, "But you’re not getting any younger, so if you find someone suitable, you should think about it."

"Mind your own business," Yan Huan’s lips curled up, "Instead of fussing over me, you’d be better off drinking a few more doses of medicine and having some ’in-depth communication’ in bed with your better half a few more times. Who knows, you might suddenly end up with a little baby."

An Hao: "That’s really hitting where it hurts."

Yan Huan: "Takes one to know one!"

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This was Qin Jian’s last night at home, and every moment was especially precious.

They counted each second of their time together.

Qin Jian had finished packing all his stuff, just waiting to catch the train and leave the next morning.

Not planning on reading tonight, An Hao watched Qin Jian finish packing and approached him as he looked somewhat tired: "Tired from today? Want me to give you a massage?"

"Actually not that tired." Packing such a small amount of stuff was nothing to him; what was really draining was the emotional fatigue. The impending separation made his heart uneasy.

"Lie down. I’ve just learned about acupressure points and massage in an elective course recently. I’ll help you clear your meridians, and you can serve as a human model for my practice," An Hao said with a smile.

"Sure." How could he miss such a good opportunity to be massaged by his little wife?

Qin Jian flipped over, lying flat on the bed, and after An Hao closed her eyes and recalled what she had learned, she began to experiment on Qin Jian’s body.

"You know, it’s quite comfortable. Your skills aren’t bad," praised Qin Jian.

"Of course. I’ve been taking that Traditional Chinese Medicine elective course very seriously," said An Hao, who, encouraged by the praise, massaged even more vigorously.

"I have a question." Qin Jian lay flat and spread his hands behind his head, looking at An Hao. Her neckline was quite low, and through it, he could see her gentle, fair movements that made his mouth go dry with thirst.

"Ask."

"Is there an acupressure point that strengthens virility?" Qin Jian said.

An Hao paused for a moment, grabbed a pillow from the bed, and threw it at Qin Jian, "I won’t tell you! With your physique, you need to strengthen virility? You’re like a starving wolf, I can barely handle it as it is. If you get any stronger, I might just die."

"It’s not for me. This time it’s Yang Dahe who’s asking," he said, remembering Dahe’s secret inquiry to him before coming here.

"Feng Chunhua’s husband? What’s up? Was there an issue for him to bring that up?" An Hao laughed, "Don’t tell me, Sister Chunhua has changed?"

"More or less," Qin Jian said, chuckling at the memory.

The couple had spent the first half of their lives like enemies, but ever since An Hao’s last visit home, Chunhua seemed to have had an epiphany and began to reform herself earnestly.

By the time she visited again, she was like a new person.

Suddenly adhesive like glue, the couple became inseparable. They say a woman in her thirties is like a wolf, and in her forties like a tiger.

At the age of both wolf and tiger, Chunhua, and Dahe, who had been abstinent for so many years, were finally unable to hold back any longer. Thus, Dahe got a bit overwhelmed.

Too embarrassed to go to the hospital, he asked Qin Jian to inquire on his behalf.

After all, An Hao was studying medicine, and if push came to shove, she also had her teachers.