After being bought by seven rough men and taken to the deep mountains, I was pampered.

Chapter 187 Medicated Oil Massage! Old Seven Kneels by the Hot Spring and Holds Up Jade Feet

Deep within the greenhouse lies a private haven enclosed by natural Taihu stones.

This is the heart of the entire Crystal Palace, and also a "forbidden zone" specially opened up by the Qin brothers for Su Wan.

A thick white mist filled the air, carrying a faint smell of sulfur and the bitter aroma of precious medicinal herbs.

A thick layer of red rose petals floated on the water, rippling with the waves and appearing and disappearing in the milky white hot spring water.

"Splash—"

Su Wan was completely submerged in the warm spring water, with only her wet head and delicate collarbone showing.

The hot water enveloped my entire body, and every pore opened up. My body, which had been sticky and uncomfortable from the twins' absurd "watermelon bath," finally felt refreshed and smooth again.

"call……"

She let out a long sigh, leaned lazily against the soft pillows by the pool, closed her eyes, and enjoyed this rare moment of tranquility.

However, this tranquility did not last long.

The light footsteps came through the mist, neither as hurried as the twins nor as heavy as Qin Lie's.

It was an extremely light, restrained, and even slightly cautious sound of footsteps.

Su Wan's eyelashes trembled, and she opened her eyes.

Qin An, the seventh brother, was walking slowly through the layers of banana leaves.

Today he wore a spotless white long gown, with the top button still meticulously fastened, making his face, which rarely saw the sun, appear even paler.

He carried an exquisite sandalwood medicine box in his hand, his gaze piercing through the swirling mist, fixed intently on Su Wanlu's shoulder, which was visible above the water.

"Seventh brother?"

Su Wan instinctively shrank further into the water, leaving only her eyes visible:

"You...how did you get in?"

Qin An remained silent.

He walked to the edge of the pool, placed the medicine box on a dry stone, and slowly opened it.

Inside, there were neatly arranged more than a dozen bottles of medicinal oils of different colors, as well as silver needles, gua sha boards, and even a few scalpels that looked cold and gleaming.

As he spoke, he rolled up his sleeves, revealing a pale but well-defined forearm.

Then, he picked out a bottle of amber-colored medicinal oil from the medicine box and poured it into his palm.

Put your hands together and rub them quickly.

The warmth of the palm melted the medicinal oil, and a rich aroma of saffron mixed with agarwood instantly filled the air.

"Has your sister-in-law washed herself clean?"

Qin An walked to the edge of the pool but did not go into the water.

Instead, he knelt on one knee on the edge of the pool, which was covered with a thick wool blanket.

This posture made him look like a pilgrim on a pilgrimage, and the woman in the pool was his only goddess.

"I've...I'm all clean." Su Wan felt uneasy under his deep gaze.

I don't believe it.

Qin An shook his head, a hint of morbid stubbornness flashing in his eyes:

"Some dirty things...are invisible to the naked eye."

"and……"

"My sister-in-law was walking barefoot on the ground the whole time."

"Although the ground here is warm, it's also very humid."

"Cold enters from the feet."

He reached out, and his hands, covered in medicinal oil and radiating heat, accurately grasped Su Wan's ankle underwater through the water.

"Splash!"

He swiftly and forcefully pulled one of Su Wan's legs out of the water.

Crystalline water droplets slid down her fair, jade-like legs, dripping onto Qin An's snow-white hem, instantly spreading into several dark watermarks.

But he didn't care at all.

His gaze, almost tangible, lingered over every inch of that pink and adorable foot, soaked in hot water.

"Look, sister-in-law."

Qin An pressed firmly with his fingertips on Su Wan's Yongquan acupoint on the sole of her foot:

"Ugh...it's sour..."

Su Wan couldn't help but let out a soft moan, her toes curling up as she tried to pull her leg back.

"Seventh Brother, don't press there..."

"Don't move."

Qin An's hand was like an iron clamp, gripping her ankle tightly and forcibly placing her wet foot on his snow-white thigh.

"just me……"

Qin An lowered his head, and his pale hands began a highly professional yet extremely ambiguous massage on Su Wan's calves.

The medicated oil lubricates between the skin.

His finger technique is very tricky.

Follow the meridians, and push upwards little by little.

Each press brings a tingling, numbing sensation, which then transforms into a warm current that flows through the body via the blood vessels in the next second.

"My sister-in-law's muscles are too tight."

Qin An's voice was deep and possessed a captivating, almost bewitching quality:

"Relax..."

"Give me your body..."

His thumb slid slowly upwards along the inside of Su Wan's shinbone.

The rough calluses on my fingertips scraped against my delicate skin, sending shivers down my spine.

"Haa..."

Su Wan tilted her head back and leaned against the edge of the pool, her body going limp from his pressure, even her toes were trembling.

This feeling is so strange.

What was supposed to be a legitimate massage turned into an indescribable torment in this environment, under his hands that seemed to carry an electric current.

Qin An slowly lowered his head at this moment.

"Seventh Brother! What are you doing?!" Su Wan exclaimed, trying to pull her leg back.

But it was too late.

"Hmm!"

Su Wan shuddered as if struck by lightning, her hands gripping the Taihu stones by the pool until her knuckles turned white.

"Sweet."

Qin An raised his head, his lips smeared with medicinal oil and water, his eyes glazed and feverish:

"Although it smells of medicine..."

"But I could still taste it."

"This smells like my sister-in-law."

"Sweeter than watermelon juice..."

"You...you're a madman..." Su Wan was so ashamed and angry that she blushed like rose petals in a pond.

"I'm crazy."

Qin An did not deny it.

He lowered his head again.

This time, his target was no longer his knees.

It was the delicate, white foot that he had placed on his lap.

He held that foot as if it were a rare treasure.

"I think……"

"I want to chop it off..."

"Soaked in the best formaldehyde..."

"Put it in my medicine cabinet."

"so……"

"Then my sister-in-law will never run away again."

"Forever...only I can see it."

This morbid confession, coupled with his devout yet frantic actions, sent a chill down Su Wan's spine, yet it was also mixed with a strange excitement.

"Seventh Brother...don't say anymore...I'm scared..."

Su Wan's voice was choked with sobs.

"What are you afraid of?"

Qin An suddenly raised his head, his originally gloomy eyes now reddened at the corners, burning with an uncontrollable lust.

"Don't be afraid, sister-in-law."

"I can't bear to part with it."

"The living sister-in-law... is even softer."

"More fun."

As he spoke, he suddenly pulled hard.

"Splash—"

He pulled Su Wan out of the water, half of her body lying on the edge of the pool, her soaked silk robe clinging tightly to her body, outlining a breathtakingly alluring figure.

Qin An bent down.

Through that layer of water mist.

He kissed those lips, which were flushed red from the steam, fiercely...

"Well……"

This was a kiss with a strong medicinal smell.

Bitter, yet with a sweet aftertaste.

Qin An's tongue, with the precision and sharpness of a scalpel, pried open her lips and teeth, sweeping through every inch of her oral cavity.

He didn't want to be kissing.

It's more like a meticulous dissection.

He wanted to suck her soul out of this body and swallow it into his own stomach.

"Sister-in-law..."

In the brief moment between their lips meeting, he held the back of her head tightly, preventing her from escaping even slightly.

"Let me wash you clean..."

"Washed clean inside and out."

"Wash away that cloying sweet smell left by your old nephews..."

"Only the smell of my medicine remains."

"This bitter taste..."

"Only then can it penetrate to the bone."

"They'll never part ways."

Su Wan was breathless from his kisses, her mind went blank, and she could only helplessly cling to his shoulder, letting him leave his unique mark on her.

This is hardly a hot spring resort.

……

Outside the greenhouse.

The wind and snow continued to rage.

But Liu San, who had been lying in the snow keeping watch, had vanished without a trace.

Only a line of messy footprints stretched unsteadily down the mountain.

The county town, the Liu family mansion.

"Snapped!"

Another teacup was smashed to pieces.

Master Liu slumped in his armchair, trembling as he looked at Liu San, who was kneeling on the ground and already somewhat delirious.

"What...what did you say?"

"Are they taking a shower?"

"Use...use rose petals? And medicinal oil?"

Liu San could no longer cry; his eyes were red and swollen, and his voice was hoarse like a broken bellows.

"Yes, sir..."

"That Qin Laoqi...that sickly fellow..."

"He knelt on the ground...washing that woman's feet!"

"While washing... we kissed..."

"He even said he wanted to chop off her feet and keep them as a souvenir..."

"Madmen! They're all madmen!"

Liu San clutched his head, clearly suffering a tremendous mental shock:

"And...and the heat in the greenhouse..."

"I can feel it even through the glass!"

"They not only have watermelons...but also peaches...and hot springs..."

"Master...we've lost..."

"We're fighting against the gods!"

Master Liu's face turned deathly pale, his lips trembled, and he couldn't utter a single word for a long time.

He glanced at the heavy snow falling outside the window.

He then looked at the land deed in his hand, which had just been dug out of the cellar and was already somewhat moldy.

Those were the land deeds for some of the largest plots of fertile land in the Willow Creek Plain.

It was also his last trump card.

"We lost..."

"We really lost..."

Master Liu suddenly looked ten years older, and his whole body collapsed.

he knows.

When a person is eating a cornbread in the freezing cold, he sees his opponent taking a bath with rose petals in a warm, spring-like house.

That kind of psychological defense collapse happens in an instant.

It was also devastating.

"housekeeper……"

Master Liu waved his hand weakly, his voice filled with despair and resignation:

"go……"

"Take all these land deeds with you."

"First thing tomorrow morning..."

"No, let's go now."

"Go kneel down in front of the Qin family's gate."

"I only ask... I only ask that after Madam Qin finishes her bath, she eats the leftover melon rinds..."

"Could you spare us a bite..."

"Our Liu family..."

"I admit defeat."