When Ye Qiu was pulled into Tang Guo's room by Lin Bao'er, he saw Tang Guo sitting on her bed with a healthy, rosy complexion. She didn't even glance at him when he entered, instead focusing her gaze on the television, which was playing a ridiculous commercial with two elderly people jumping around, singing, "Send a gift, send Brain Platinum—mm-hmm-hmm-hmm." Ye Qiu immediately sensed something was off.
Recent news had reported a young man being "played to death" by a group of wealthy women. Could it be that rich women have a penchant for taking turns with a man, and they intended to do the same to him?
The TV drama Bright Sword taught that in a confrontation, the brave win. As a man, it's better to die fighting than to be scared to death. As a man of seven feet tall, how could Ye Qiu be frightened by two little girls?
Just as he was contemplating whether he should lie down and say "Come on," Lin Bao'er gave him a shove and said, "Hey, why are you standing there like a piece of wood? Are you stupid?"
What did she mean? Did she mean he shouldn't just stand there? Was she saying he should make a move?
Ye Qiu looked at Tang Guo, then at Lin Bao'er. After carefully examining their hair texture, the beauty of their faces, the fullness of their figures, and struggling with his inner thoughts, he finally decided to start with Lin Bao'er.
Ye Qiu had always wondered what a spectacular sight it would be if Lin Bao'er's chest, freed from the restraint of her bra, were to bounce in front of him.
To be honest, Ye Qiu considered himself a novice in certain areas. Although he had seen countless big and small movies—films that ranged from familiar to unfamiliar—where men and women meet, get to know each other, develop feelings, get intimate, and eventually fall into bed together, when faced with a real opportunity, he suddenly found himself at a loss.
What's the first step?
Alright. First, drink. That's how it's done on TV.
Ye Qiu had been to Tang Guo's room before and knew she had a small wine cabinet with a variety of unopened red wines. He walked straight to it, glanced over the selection, and immediately chose a bottle that would make one slightly tipsy and had aphrodisiac effects. He picked up three wine glasses with his fingers and walked over to the table.
"Hey, why are you opening the wine?" Lin Bao'er asked curiously.
"Ah, Ye Qiu, you beast! How could you open my precious red wine?" Tang Guo jumped up from the bed, wearing a red cartoon-patterned pajama set.
Ye Qiu was puzzled as he glanced at the two of them, sensing something was off. "Don't you need some wine to get in the mood?"
"What's there to get in the mood for? That's my prized collection. I haven't even been willing to open it myself!" Tang Guo was furious.
"Do you need wine to enhance a bust enhancement treatment?" Lin Bao'er, leaning on the table next to Ye Qiu, looked up with her chubby face and asked.
"Bust enhancement?" The wine glass in Ye Qiu's hand suddenly dipped. "What do you mean?"
"How can you be so dumb?" Lin Bao'er, seeing Ye Qiu's dumbfounded expression, wanted to smack his head, but Ye Qiu dodged. "You helped Sister Tang Tang with her food poisoning yesterday, right?"
"Yes."
"And that girl Han Shuang said you cured her grandfather's illness too?"
"So what?" Ye Qiu was starting to understand. It turned out these two girls were after his medical skills, not his body—though he felt a tinge of disappointment.
"You're so dumb." Lin Bao'er tried to hit Ye Qiu's head again, but he evaded her. "You've cured so many people, which means your medical skills must be excellent, right?"
"They're average," Ye Qiu thought, comparing himself to his mentor, he was indeed a novice.
"Don't be modest. We're not fools," Lin Bao'er said proudly. "Sister Tang Tang and I just discussed it, and we've decided to have you help her with bust enhancement—don't say you can't do it. We've already checked online, and it says that Traditional Chinese Medicine is the best method for bust enhancement. No pills, no injections, and no side effects. Isn't that right?"
Indeed, TCM can indeed enhance the bust, and it's far better than those products constantly advertised on TV. In TCM theory, the breast belongs to the stomach and spleen, while the nipple pertains to the liver meridian. Therefore, for good breast development, one needs to start with the liver, spleen, and stomach. By applying pressure on the acupoints on the back, blood flow is directed to the chest, delivering nutrients from the blood to the mammary glands. As the breast cells receive optimal nutrition, the fat cells in the chest expand, causing the breasts to naturally enlarge.
This method doesn't rely on external stimulation but instead utilizes the body's own functions to provide the breasts with the necessary nutrients. For someone like Ye Qiu, who was skilled in massage and acupuncture, this was a simple task.
Ye Qiu seriously examined the slightly protruding area beneath Tang Guo's pajamas and said, "Considering her age, they're not that small."
"What? Not that small?" Tang Guo was furious. Pointing at Lin Bao'er, she said, "She's only 16, and hers are much bigger than mine. You call that not small?"
Indeed, having a small bust was a sore spot for Miss Tang. Living in the same house with three other women, she could tolerate the older ones having bigger chests, but when the younger one's chest was the largest, that was hard for her to accept.
A woman's desire to be beautiful runs deep. They're willing to endure pain that would usually be unbearable just to make themselves more beautiful. Tang Guo had tried various methods—bust-enhancing yoga, bust-enhancing foods, magic push-up bras, and even fell for TV commercials and bought bust-enhancing pills—but nothing worked.
Today, as she chatted with Lin Bao'er about Ye Qiu's excellent medical skills, Lin Bao'er mentioned that she had seen news about a TCM master who could help with bust enhancement with great results. She suggested that Tang Guo give Ye Qiu a try. Tang Guo's first reaction was a firm no—how could she, a proper young lady, let that beast take advantage of her?
But this idea started to linger in her mind, impossible to shake off. If it could really make her bust fuller in one go, then maybe it wouldn't be such a big deal to let that beast take a little advantage.
However, they didn't dare act rashly. What if the news was fake? What if Ye Qiu couldn't do it?
So the two of them grabbed a laptop, sat on the bed, and searched for information about TCM bust enhancement methods. To their surprise, it was real. It wasn't just a random claim—some large beauty salons even offered this TCM bust enhancement service.
That was it for Tang Guo. After pacing around the room dozens of times, she finally decided to have Lin Bao'er call Ye Qiu back. She herself was too embarrassed to do it.
"I'm telling the truth. If—if you got a boyfriend, that might also help with bust enhancement," Ye Qiu suggested.
"No way. I'm not planning to get a boyfriend. Just tell me, can you do it or not?" Tang Guo asked decisively.
"I can do it," Ye Qiu nodded.
"Alright. Let's do it." Tang Guo jumped onto the bed and lay down.
Ye Qiu found it amusing. The thought he had earlier when entering the room was now being put into action by Tang Guo.
Ye Qiu looked at Tang Guo and said, "Isn't this a bit inappropriate?"
"What's inappropriate about it? I'm offering myself to you, and you're not happy about it? Don't pretend to be decent—I know you men too well."
As she said this, Tang Guo pulled a goose-down blanket over herself.
Ye Qiu thought for a moment and said, "I need silver needles."
"Do you have them, or do we need to go out and buy some?"
"I have them." Before he left, his mentor had given him a set of silver needles, but they were in the small house where he was staying.
"Then go get them," Tang Guo said.
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