Chapter 288 - 286: Mi Ting’s ’Inspection

"Xiaoxun, wait a minute."

Mi Ting’s voice floated over from behind, carrying a trace of lazy softness.

Yang Xun paused and looked back. Mi Ting was leaning against the doorframe, wearing a loose, beige long dress. Its low neckline revealed her delicate collarbones and the full curves of her cleavage.

The night seeping in through the window painted a hazy silhouette behind her.

"What’s wrong?" he asked.

"You were so focused on treating Cai Cai that you completely forgot about me?" Mi Ting tilted her head, a subtle flirtatiousness dancing in her almond eyes. "My back has been aching so much these past few days. I don’t know if I’m just overworked or what, but could you take a look for me?"

Looking at her demeanor, Yang Xun immediately caught on.

This wasn’t a backache at all—she clearly had entirely different intentions. A fire of desire was instantly kindled within him. If he left now, he’d have no one to help him vent at home anyway. He might as well stay.

"Alright, let’s go inside. I’ll take a look." He nodded and turned toward Mi Ting’s room.

Mi Ting followed close behind, her steps as brisk as a cat that had just stolen a fish. The moment the door clicked shut, she wrapped her arms around his waist from behind and pressed her cheek against his broad back.

"You’ve been running around outside so much these past few days. I haven’t had a good look at you in ages," she purred softly.

"Well, I’m back now, aren’t I?" Yang Xun turned around and gently lifted her chin with his fingers. "Where does it hurt? Let me give you a thorough ’examination.’"

Her cheeks flushing slightly, Mi Ting let out a soft hmph, released her hold on him, and took two steps back. Right in front of Yang Xun, she slowly let the long dress slip from her shoulders. The sound of the fabric sliding down was exceptionally clear in the quiet room.

She wore nothing underneath. Moonlight spilling through the gap in the curtains cast a faint silver glow over her fair skin, highlighting her soft, alluring curves.

"Take a look for me. Have I lost weight?" Mi Ting turned slightly sideways. Her almond eyes held a sly smile, as if she were deliberately teasing him.

Yang Xun’s Adam’s apple bobbed. He took a large stride forward and scooped her up into his arms. Carrying her to the bed in a few steps, he gently laid her down on the soft mattress and leaned over her.

"I don’t know if you’ve lost weight, but you seem to have gotten bigger."

"You’re terrible!" Mi Ting whined flirtatiously. Lying beneath him with her jet-black hair splayed across the pillows, she reached up to hook her arms around his neck and whispered, "Then hurry up and examine me!"

Yang Xun lowered his head and captured her slightly upturned lips.

Mi Ting’s kiss was gentle yet proactive, eagerly parting her rosy lips to welcome him. Her fingers slipped past his collar. The slight coolness of her fingertips against his scalding skin sent a subtle tremor through him.

Not to be outdone, Yang Xun propped one hand beside her while his other hand slowly trailed down her slender waist, his palm flush against her smooth skin.

Mi Ting let out a soft moan, arching her body slightly.

Their breathing gradually intertwined, growing increasingly ragged. As the moonlight washed over the room, the bedsheets crumpled beneath their thrashing bodies.

"Be gentle..." Mi Ting’s voice was laced with breathy pants.

"Will you be satisfied if I’m gentle?" Yang Xun chuckled huskily.

Mi Ting lightly pounded his chest, her strike so soft it felt like a kitten’s scratch.

Outside, the occasional chirp of insects rang out. The wind rustled through the leaves in the courtyard—RUSTLE, RUSTLE—drowning out most of the intimate sounds emanating from the bedroom.

A long time later, Mi Ting lay in his embrace, panting softly. It took her quite a while to catch her breath.

"W-wait a minute!"

Just as Yang Xun was about to reach his climax, Mi Ting suddenly pushed against his chest and swiftly pulled a small bottle out from under her pillow, thrusting it in front of him.

"What are you doing?"

"This is precious stuff. We can’t let it go to waste." Her cheeks were flushed crimson, and her breathing was still erratic, yet a cunning glint flashed in her almond eyes. "It’s going to come out anyway, so we might as well bottle it up. Your sister is still waiting for it."

Yang Xun stared down at the bottle, then at her completely serious expression, instantly finding himself caught between tears and laughter. "You even prepared this in advance?"

Mi Ting aimed the mouth of the bottle at him and blinked. "Hurry, don’t dawdle."

Yang Xun held back for a long moment before finally sighing in resignation and cooperating with her.

After the deed was done, Mi Ting screwed the cap back on with deep satisfaction and set the bottle on the nightstand. She snuggled back into his arms, resting her cheek against his chest and listening to his steady heartbeat.

"It’s fifty thousand a bottle. This isn’t milk—it’s liquid gold."

"You sure know how to calculate your profits." Amused by her audacity, Yang Xun flicked her forehead playfully.

"Ouch!" Mi Ting cried out, covering her forehead, though she just giggled and nuzzled deeper into his embrace. "I’m just doing this for your sister! Besides, it’d just be a waste if we didn’t bottle it. It’s free money—why not take it?"

Yang Xun gazed down at her sparkling almond eyes, feeling both amused and helpless.

The two shared some tender moments together. It wasn’t until midnight that Yang Xun finally got up, got dressed, and quietly slipped out of Mi Ting’s room.

When he returned to the Xu Family Villa, the living room was pitch black. Only a dim nightlight glowed at the end of the hallway. Yang Xun crept upstairs with light footsteps, took a quick shower, and fell into a deep sleep the moment his head hit the pillow.

Early the next morning, sunlight streamed through the gaps in the curtains. Yang Xun opened his eyes, checked the time, and realized it was already past eight. He vaulted out of bed in a flash.

He had a client today. As a dedicated masseur, he absolutely could not be late.

After hurriedly washing up and heading downstairs, he spotted Zhao Linglong sitting in the living room, eating breakfast. She was cradling a cup of hot milk, a white mustache of milk clinging to her upper lip.

Zhao Linglong beamed at him. "Morning, Dr. Yang!"

"Morning. Where’s Xu Yue?"

"Yue went out bright and early. She said she had some matters to handle at the company and would probably be back in the afternoon."

Yang Xun nodded. He went into the kitchen to grab the breakfast Xu Yue had left for him and sat down across from Zhao Linglong.

"What are your plans for today?" he asked.

"I’m going to see Xiaocai. She was coughing terribly yesterday, so I figured I’d keep her company and chat with her today." Taking a sip of her milk, Zhao Linglong continued in her crisp voice, "She must be bored to death sitting at home all by herself."

"Spend as much time with her as you can. Thanks for going to the trouble."

Just as Yang Xun finished speaking, a text message from Xu Qian popped up on his phone.

"Don’t forget we have a VIP client at ten o’clock. Whatever you do, don’t be late."

He replied with an "OK" emoji, got up to change his clothes, and hurried off to the bathhouse.

The moment he arrived at the entrance, he saw an anxious Xu Qian rushing over to greet him, grabbing his arm and dragging him inside.

"What’s the rush? Are they already here?"

"Not yet, but you need to get ready. We can’t have a VIP client waiting for you!"

"What kind of VIP client is it that’s got you so stressed?" Yang Xun asked, somewhat puzzled.