Luo yang had never expected Tan Shengmei to call him an "honest man," and now looking back on it, he felt the whole thing was inexplicable.
Seeing Lin Xixin speak so sweetly, Luo yang’s courage grew even sharper, daring to delve into her thoughts.
"Sister Lin, I really am quite honest."
As soon as he spoke these words, Luo yang felt that even the heavens would find it unbearable to watch.
Apart from anything else, simply the air of self-praise similar to a boastful melon seller was too strong.
Lin Xixin giggled oh so delicately upon hearing this, yet her eyes carried a teasing look.
She had barely uttered two tender syllables before she let out a pained cry and hurriedly stopped laughing.
At that moment, Luo yang knew that her chest pained her again because of too much milk, and he sympathetically glanced at her increasingly swollen twin peaks.
"Sister Lin, may I call you Xi Yangyang?" Luo yang asked.
He just thought it would be interesting to call her Xi Yangyang.
Lin Xixin laughed disdainfully and declined, "No way."
Luo yang then added what he thought was a feasible condition, "Privately, I’ll call you Xi Yangyang; in front of others, I’ll call you Sister Lin, okay?"
Lin Xixin thought about it and then agreed.
"Xi Yangyang, you don’t have to call me Doctor Luo, call me Niu Zai," Luo yang felt it refreshing to call Xi Yangyang.
Little kids being called Xi Yangyang and such, Luo yang had heard.
It was his first time hearing older sisters being addressed that way.
"You’re more like the big bad wolf," Lin Xixin said bluntly.
Luo yang chuckled and said, "Xi Yangyang, then you can call me the big bad wolf in private."
Upon hearing this, Lin Xixin burst into laughter, giving Luo yang a playful glare.
Once they started talking, the atmosphere became harmonious again.
During the previous silence, the air felt as if it were mixed with a thin layer of glue, leaving one feeling uncomfortable all over.
Lin Xixin sat on the double rattan chair, and Luo yang moved over to sit by her side.
His gaze landed on her round chest, and Luo yang couldn’t look away.
Seeing Luo yang with eyes almost popping out, Lin Xixin was both annoyed and amused.
First she wanted to be serious, but seeing Luo yang so entranced, she laughed again, raising her hand as if to swat him, and said softly, "Big bad wolf, you big bad wolf." ɴᴇᴡ ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀʀᴇ ᴘᴜʙʟɪsʜᴇᴅ ᴏɴ novel·fire·net
Luo yang came to his senses and awkwardly smiled, "Xi Yangyang, does one side hurt or both?"
At first, their nicknames for each other sounded a bit awkward, but after saying them a few times, they rolled off the tongue more easily.
"Both are swollen," replied Lin Xixin.
Her expression displayed a trace of shyness, and her voice quieted.
Watching her cheeks flushed with a light dance of red, coupled with the charm of her frail body, Luo yang felt his mouth growing drier.
"Let’s get started then, Xi Yangyang," Luo yang extended his left hand.
Lin Xixin pursed her lips and laughed, quickly pushing Luo yang’s left hand away.
She said earnestly, "Big bad wolf, let me remind you once more, you can’t go around talking about today’s matter. Understand?"
Luo yang swore, "Xi Yangyang, I will keep your secret."
When it came time to lift her shirt, Lin Xixin was still hesitant.
Luo yang really wanted to say "I’ve seen every part of your body," but knew that saying so would invite a lot of trouble, so he swallowed his words.
After a serious check-up by Luo yang, it was clear that the blockage in Lin Xixin’s milk ducts was quite severe.
"Xi Yangyang, just massaging won’t have a quick effect. We need to start with acupuncture, then massage, and use a breast pump simultaneously; this way the results will be excellent," Luo yang explained.
"Acupuncture? Can we do without it?" Lin Xixin appeared fearful.
"We could skip it, but you would have to massage every day, little by little. It’s better to do acupuncture," said Luo yang.
After thinking for a while, Lin Xixin finally agreed to undergo acupuncture.
But in her clear eyes there was a trace of fear, obviously worried.
Acupuncture indeed varies in skill level, and with poor technique, the patient naturally suffers. An acupuncture needle penetrating with each insertion would frighten anyone.
It’s like driving, a skilled driver won’t make the ride too bumpy; a bad one, and it feels nearly like dancing in the seat.
"Xi Yangyang, don’t worry, my technique is very good," Luo Yang assured confidently as he eyed Lin Xixin’s voluptuous peaks.
"Big Bad Wolf, I’m afraid," Lin Xixin voiced softly.
"Xi Yangyang, don’t be scared. It’ll be over in a moment," Luo Yang said as he took out the acupuncture tools from his backpack.
When Lin Xixin saw the thin and long acupuncture needles, she got a fright.
Saying this, she stood up to escape to a corner.
While sitting, it was not apparent how tall she might be, but standing up, you could estimate she was around one meter seventy.
Normally, especially for those in the entertainment business like Lin Xixin, having a great figure with an S-curve silhouette goes without saying.
Now, Lin Xixin must have recently finished her postpartum confinement; her figure had not yet returned to its pre-pregnancy slimness and was somewhat fuller.
However, there is an appeal to fullness; it gave her a meaty, rather sexy look, enhancing her charm threefold like the ripeness of a fruit ready to fall.
"Xi Yangyang, don’t run off."
Luo Yang was sitting beside her, and the moment she stood up, he immediately reached out to grab her hand.
"No, let’s not," Lin Xixin giggled as she pulled away.
But she only shook her hand lightly and didn’t actually intend to shake off Luo Yang’s grip.
"Xi Yangyang, sit back down," Luo Yang said, pulling with a bit of force on his right hand.
At this, Lin Xixin lost her balance and came crashing down, ending up sitting right on Luo Yang’s thigh.
Luo Yang took advantage of the moment and wrapped his arms around Lin Xixin’s waist, bringing his face close to her soft back.
A waft of fragrant perfume reached his nose.
He had caught the scent of her perfume while sitting beside her, which seemed to be of jasmine.
Now that she was sitting on his thigh, he could smell the perfume from her body even more.
Luo Yang guessed it was jasmine—the delicate fragrance was refreshing and uplifting, pleasing to the senses.
"Let go of me," Lin Xixin said as she wriggled gently.
"Xi Yangyang, there’s nothing to be afraid of. You’ll know once you try, it’s just a little bit of pain," Luo Yang coaxed.
It was only when Lin Xixin was sitting on Luo Yang’s thigh that he felt her hips were quite fleshy and very elastic.
Luo Yang brushed his face lightly against Lin Xixin’s back, comforting her, "Xi Yangyang, you really don’t have to be afraid. I assure you it’ll be okay."
To divert her attention, Luo Yang continued, "Xi Yangyang, is the fragrance on you jasmine by any chance?"
Indeed, once they talked about perfume, Lin Xixin seemed very interested.
"Yes," she replied crisply.
At that moment, Lin Xixin’s curly hair was cascading over Luo Yang’s face, and as she gently moved, her curls swayed, caressing Luo Yang’s forehead and face like tender hands, full of warmth and seduction.
Her hair was also perfumed, and Luo Yang asked, "Xi Yangyang, your hair smells so good, did you spray perfume on it too?"
"That’s right," Lin Xixin replied sweetly.
Seeing that her mood had stabilized somewhat, Luo Yang changed the subject back to acupuncture.
"Xi Yangyang, if you want to promote lactation, you need to do acupuncture," Luo Yang said.
"Ah ha, no —. I don’t—" Lin Xixin’s voice was coquettishly soft, as tantalizing to hear as a feather tickling one’s heart.
She tried to stand up again, but Luo Yang held her close, so she remained seated on his thigh.
"Xi Yangyang, if it really hurts, you can hit me, how about that?" Luo Yang encouraged her.