23: Chapter 23 Yang Mi is getting anxious! Her attempt to bite backfires, and she gets hugged instead.

The biggest problem Yang Mi faced now was that old habits were hard to break.

Under Lin Chen's hands-on guidance, she had indeed learned how to engage her abdominal muscles.

But whenever she started Singing, the airflow habitually rushed to her throat.

Even if she got it right once by blind luck, she would forget it completely by the next line.

"I can't control it, no matter how much I practice, I can't get it right."

Yang Mi pouted her rosy lips, her stunning face full of frustration.

If she couldn't even master basic vocalization, was she really not cut out to be a singer?

"It's normal, no need to be discouraged," Lin Chen said in a flat tone.

Hearing this, a flash of surprise crossed Yang Mi's watery peach-blossom eyes, followed by a sweet, warm current surging in her heart.

This straight man usually had a mouth as poisonous as venom, unable to say a single nice thing.

But at critical moments, he was quite reliable.

He cooked three meals on time every day and made up flimsy excuses to give her divine songs and teach her Singing.

It was all done silently behind the scenes.

Yang Mi's mouth curled into a charming smile as she thought to herself: This man is silly, but quite likable.

"After all, you're not a genius, so don't hold yourself to such high standards."

Lin Chen continued to deliver a serious blow, "People are different, so don't ever compare yourself to me. I am a supreme genius, and you are purely an ordinary person."

The smile that had just appeared on Yang Mi's face froze instantly.

After a few seconds, she finally went completely berserk!

"Ah—Lin Chen, you jerk!"

Yang Mi let out a shout, strode forward with her long, fair legs, and threw herself into Lin Chen's arms.

In a fit of rage, she stood on her tiptoes, opened her red lips, and bit down hard on Lin Chen's solid shoulder!

The moment she opened her mouth to bite, Lin Chen's body reacted instinctively.

As a master-level Combat expert and a master-level miracle doctor, his muscle memory reacted faster than his brain when faced with a sudden attack.

He raised his right hand abruptly, grabbing the back of Yang Mi's snow-white neck, his thumb precisely pinning the Naohu acupoint on the back of her head.

His left hand instinctively wrapped around her slender, willowy waist, his palm pressed firmly against the third lumbar vertebra of her lower back.

The Naohu acupoint is one of the most lethal vital points on the human body; a slight application of force would instantly cause cerebral hypoxia and unconsciousness.

And if the spinal hub were struck with force, the lower body would be instantly paralyzed.

If Lin Chen wanted to, he could turn the exquisite beauty in his arms into a vegetable in less than 0.1 seconds.

However, he ultimately did not exert force with his hands.

After all, Yang Mi was one of his own, not an enemy.

Yang Mi had no idea she had just skirted the gates of death.

She only felt that Lin Chen not only didn't push her away, but instead reached out with both hands, pulling her delicate body tightly into his embrace.

The man's palms were broad and burning hot, pressed tightly against the sensitive skin of her lower back.

Yang Mi trembled all over, her tense body instantly softening like a pool of spring water.

She slowly released her bite, her long eyelashes fluttering a few times, and she simply closed her eyes, pressing her burning cheek against Lin Chen's broad shoulder.

Her fair, tender arms slid down, wrapping tightly around his lean, muscular waist.

In the master bedroom late at night, the dim, yellow light cast upon the two embracing figures.

Time seemed to stand still.

Outside the window, a breeze blew, and the sound of insects chirped continuously.

They held each other for a full two minutes.

Lin Chen suddenly pushed Yang Mi away, turned around, and strode to the window, looking outside with his back to her.

Yang Mi was stunned for a moment, then her gaze moved downward, landing on Lin Chen's pants.

She understood instantly, and a cunning, seductive fox-like smile curled the corners of her mouth.

This stinky man, just now when they were hugging, there was clearly something hard poking against her thigh!

Why pretend to be a gentleman when his body had already reacted?

Yang Mi crossed her arms over her chest, deliberately pushing her two snowy peaks even higher.

She cat-walked to Lin Chen's side, poked her little head out, and stared at him with playful, mocking eyes.

Lin Chen glanced at her expressionlessly, then suddenly reached out with his large hand, pressed it onto her fragrant shoulder, and pushed her until she fell onto the big bed.

Following that, Lin Chen bent down, grabbed Yang Mi's left foot, and casually flicked the slipper off her foot.

Yang Mi was startled, and images from a few Japanese adult movies she had secretly watched in college flashed through her mind.

They were full of perverted scenes involving women's feet!

What did this man want to do? A foot fetish?

"What are you doing..."

Yang Mi panicked, her legs subconsciously shrinking back.

Her long legs rubbed against the bedsheets, her shorts rolling up to the base of her thighs, and the spring scenery of her mysterious zone was almost fully exposed.

Lin Chen ignored her, his left hand gripping her slender ankle tightly.

Yang Mi's feet were exceptionally beautiful, petite and exquisite, with arches as fair as jade, and even the blue veins looked sexy.

Her ten crystal-clear toes were painted with provocative red nail polish, and due to nervousness, they were shyly curled together.

Lin Chen extended his right thumb, pressed it precisely onto an acupoint on the inside of her ankle, and began to knead it gently.

"You... what exactly are you doing?" Yang Mi felt a sour sensation from the pressure, her face blushing.

"This is called the Zhaohai acupoint, a vital point where the eight extraordinary vessels of the human body converge," Lin Chen explained while massaging.

Yang Mi blinked her watery, big eyes, looking completely bewildered: "I don't understand!"

"Massaging the Zhaohai acupoint can cure sore throats and has miraculous effects on pharyngitis, dryness, and itching."

Yang Mi's peach-blossom eyes widened in shock.

Her ankle was a hundred thousand miles away from her throat; could massaging her foot cure her throat?

"Massage for a maximum of fifteen minutes each time, don't use brute force; the pressure I'm using now is the most appropriate. In the future, when your throat hurts from practicing Singing, massage this spot yourself."

Yang Mi looked completely skeptical: "Really? I graduated from a prestigious university, don't try to fool me with charlatan talk; can touching a foot cure throat inflammation?"

Lin Chen didn't reply, holding Yang Mi's snow-white, tender feet with both hands, his thumb continuously kneading the acupoint.

As soon as the fifteen minutes were up, he let go right on time.

Yang Mi quickly pulled her smooth, flawless lower legs back under the covers.

She sat up straight, reached out with her fair, tender fingers to touch her neck, and tentatively cleared her throat.

Her watery peach-blossom eyes widened instantly, her stunning face full of shock.

It really worked!

Before, she always felt her throat was swollen and dry, as if something was stuck in it.

Now it was all gone; not only was there no discomfort, but she felt cool and clear, her breathing incredibly smooth.

"What is the principle behind this? The ankle is a hundred thousand miles away from the throat, how are they related?" Yang Mi asked curiously.

"It's the mystery of Traditional Chinese Medicine; even if I explained it to you, you wouldn't understand," Lin Chen said in a flat tone.

Yang Mi immediately felt exhausted, reaching up to rub her forehead: "Big brother, do you have to open your mouth to roast me every day to feel comfortable?"

"Did I roast you?" Lin Chen said with a straight face, "I'm telling the truth. If I explained it, would you understand? Do you know what meridians are? Are you clear on how many acupoints are on the human body?"

"Stop, stop, stop!" Yang Mi hurriedly raised her hands in surrender, her chest heaving, "I admit I'm wrong, I shouldn't have overestimated myself. If I don't understand, I don't understand."

She wasn't actually angry.

She was long used to this man's foul and stubborn communication style.

His mouth was deadly poisonous, but he was reliable in getting things done.

Knowing she had hurt her throat from practicing Singing, he didn't say a word before taking off her shoes and giving her a foot massage.

This kind of rough thoughtfulness actually made one feel at ease.

Besides, who else but him would have this god-like bone-setting technique?

Thinking of this, a small sense of pride rose in Yang Mi's heart.

"Teacher Lin, let's continue practicing vocalization. I feel energetic now and could sing all night long!"

Yang Mi stood up, deliberately straightening her back, making her two snowy peaks look even more spectacular.

Lin Chen shook his head decisively: "Go back to your room and sleep, we'll practice again tomorrow. Combining work and rest is much more effective than mindless practice. Besides, with your mediocre aptitude as an ordinary person, mindless practice is just a waste of effort."

"Hoo—"

Yang Mi took a deep breath, suppressing the urge to pounce on him and bite him.

Not angry, this lady is not angry at all.

The world is so beautiful, there's no need to get mad at a steel-straight man.

"Fine! Teacher Lin, you rest early!" Yang Mi gritted her teeth and squeezed out a fox-like, seductive smile, "Tonight, please just go to sleep hugging your hands and your pillow! Bye-bye!"

After saying that, she walked out of the room with her long, snow-white legs.

With a "bang," the door was slammed shut.

In the hallway, she cursed to herself: Serves you right to be single for the rest of your life, go take care of it yourself, you jerk!