Chapter 797 - 797 797 Dont Conceal Your Sickness from the

Chapter 797: Chapter 797 Don’t Conceal Your Sickness from the Doctor Chapter 797: Chapter 797 Don’t Conceal Your Sickness from the Doctor But what surprised Luo Ziling was that Yang Qingyin wasn’t taking a bath in the bathroom, but was brushing her teeth there instead.

The shower was running as she intended to rinse it a bit, conveniently disinfecting the area in the process.

Because the hot water was set to a very high temperature, the room was filled with steam.

When Luo Ziling pushed the door open and entered, Yang Qingyin got a fright.

Of course, the most embarrassed of the two was Luo Ziling, who stood at the bathroom doorway, looking at Yang Qingyin with an extremely sheepish expression on his face.

Yang Qingyin looked at Luo Ziling with a bizarre expression, her gaze very complex and a bit teasing.

“I was wondering whether senior sister would lock the door when taking a bath, and whether she would test whether I’m a gentleman or not,” said Luo Ziling stammeringly, “Curiosity got the better of me, so I tried the door, and it wasn’t locked. But I don’t think senior sister left it open for my benefit, nor did I plan to take advantage of you. Carry on, I’m going to watch TV outside.”

Luo Ziling said this and quickly closed the door behind him, fleeing back to his room as if on wings.

Today was truly a major embarrassment, this was what Luo Ziling felt as he escaped back to his room and turned on the television.

He watched the television for quite a while but couldn’t make out what the program was about.

About a half-hour later, Yang Qingyin, who had finished bathing, emerged from the room, drying her hair with a towel before sitting on Luo Ziling’s lap.

“Senior sister, you smell really nice,” Luo Ziling said with a smile to Yang Qingyin, “I’ve just realized today that your scent is a bit like that of plum blossoms.”

“Stop talking nonsense, it’s just the fragrance of shampoo,” retorted Yang Qingyin, then beckoned Luo Ziling, “Come help me dry my hair.”

Luo Ziling naturally wouldn’t refuse and excitedly retrieved the hairdryer from the bathroom to blow dry Yang Qingyin’s hair.

While blow-drying Yang Qingyin’s hair, he couldn’t help but crack a joke, “Senior sister, like this, you’re really tempting me to commit a crime.”

Yang Qingyin’s face turned red at once, realizing that Luo Ziling’s thoughts had wandered after seeing the clothes she’d left scattered around, she couldn’t help but feel a mix of shame and annoyance.

“I’m starting to suspect that your shyness is all an act,” Yang Qingyin parted her long hair to the sides and frowned at Luo Ziling with blushed cheeks, “or maybe you were innocent before, but now that you’ve been in contact with so many women, your thoughts have become corrupted, right?”

“Alright, no matter how senior sister slanders me, I won’t defend myself,” Luo Ziling blow-dried Yang Qingyin’s hair and said, “Actually, for those of us who study medicine, we’re the least concerned about these matters. What seems mysterious to others, isn’t much to us. Never mind, let’s not talk about this. By the way, senior sister, have you been feeling uncomfortable anywhere these past few days?”

“Just trying to change the subject,” huffed Yang Qingyin dissatisfied, then said, “Tell me later, first, finish drying my hair; the hairdryer is too noisy, I can’t hear what you’re saying.”

“Alright,” Luo Ziling agreed, but couldn’t suppress his curiosity and asked again, “Senior sister, your place is so well-equipped, do you go shopping every day for these things?”

“Xiaoli buys them.”

Luo Ziling continued to joke, “You’re like an ancient noble lady, and Xiaoli is your servant, the maid.”

“When a noble lady from ancient times got married, the maid would follow as part of her dowry, called a Concubine Maid, a status slightly higher than a concubine,” Yang Qingyin lifted her head and looked seriously at Luo Ziling, “Are you thinking along the same lines? Have you got designs on Xiaoli too?”

“Does that mean that you’re willing to marry me as your husband?” Luo Ziling asked excitedly, “Is that what you mean?”

But Yang Qingyin didn’t answer him. Instead, Luo Ziling’s legs received two kicks from her, and his arm was pinched as well.

“Just dry the hair properly, without rambling on,” Yang Qingyin threatened fiercely and then ignored Luo Ziling.

Soon enough, the hair was dry, and Yang Qingyin stood up and went to the bathroom to tidy up.

“Why haven’t you taken a bath yet? Hurry up and go take one,” Yang Qingyin urged Luo Ziling, “Don’t even think about lying on my bed before you’ve bathed.”

“Yes, ma’am, senior sister,” Luo Ziling didn’t wait for Yang Qingyin to react and rushed into the bathroom, locking the door behind him.

“Hey, weren’t you not supposed to wash here?” Yang Qingyin’s voice came from behind, but Luo Ziling ignored it.

Luo Ziling was quick to bathe, and before Yang Qingyin had finished tidying up the bed, he had already finished and came out.

“Senior sister, are you feeling unwell anywhere? Today the Divine Doctor has no other patients and will devote all his energy to treating you,” Luo Ziling sat next to Yang Qingyin and smiled, “Don’t hide any illness from the doctor!”

“So you’re hoping I’m sick?” As she spoke, Yang Qingyin lay down, face down, pointing to her shoulder, “I didn’t sleep well yesterday, feels a bit like a stiff neck, start with massaging my shoulders and neck. My back is a bit sore too, you can massage that as well.”

“Understood,” replied Luo Ziling and immediately began to massage Yang Qingyin.

Luo Ziling had quite skillful hands for massage, focusing on critical acupoints, and soon, Yang Qingyin was feeling a wonderfully sore and swollen sensation.

“Senior sister, if you feel like moaning, just let it out, don’t hold it in.”

As a result of saying that, Luo Ziling suffered a kick from Yang Qingyin. She then pounced onto him, raining down a flurry of punches and kicks.

She didn’t stop her assault even as Luo Ziling pleaded for mercy.