Chang Geng moved his finger slightly and laughed, "Are you not afraid of people saying that you are not trustworthy and treacherous?"

Gu Yun carelessly said: "A group of subordinate countries rebelling, sons beating their father, what kind of benevolence they uphold... Ah! You... You amateur doctor!"

When Chang Geng pressed the acupoint at his waist, Gu Yun shouted, raising up like a living fish, hitting the bed board.

Chang Geng had no choice but to retract his hand. "Try to endure it. Has the military doctor in the camp never massaged you?"

Gu Yun: "Well, let me think..."

"No need to think about it, who would be able to massage you?" Chang Geng stood up, replaced his finger with his palm and knelt on his side with one leg. "Then I will try to be a little gentler this time."

This time, he changed from his fingers to palm, little by little, with his palm placed close to the acupoint, gradually increasing his strength from light to heavy. Gu Yun did not know how to cooperate, the greater the strength under Chang Geng's palm, the tighter the muscles between his waist and abdomen were, the clearer the traces of the waistline under his clothing become. Chang Geng was a little dazzled in an instant, feeling that he could hug his waist with only two hands. His heart originally without any straying thoughts suddenly trembled for a moment, beginning to jump wildly without warning. The movements of his hands lightened involuntarily, giving Gu Yun another kind of 'ticklish'.

This time he did not raise up, there was a layer of indescribable sensation that went along Chang Geng's hand. Gu Yun awkwardly turned back and grabbed Chang Geng's hand. "Alright."

Chang Geng was shocked, blood from his heart all rushed up, his neck blushed red.

Gu Yun coughed dryly and asked, "What about you? When will you return to the capital?"

Chang Geng stared at him without moving his gaze: "... I'd like to leave after the sixteenth."

Gu Yun: "..."

This sentence sounded too pitiful.

Gu Yun was a little surprised, he then whispered, "You'd better not stay here for so long."

Chang Geng opened his eyes and said, "Mm, I only offhandedly said it, although the Feng Huo ticket had helped the National Treasury a little, there are still a lot of pending issues in the court, I still..."

"You staying here will cause ambition to wane out." Gu Yun seriously interrupted him and said, "My ambition."

Chang Geng: "..."

Gu Yun stretched out his hand and pulled him down. Chang Geng knelt on one knee beside the bed. Getting pulled with his guard down, he almost hit Gu Yun on the chest.

Gu Yun intertwined his fingers into his hair, holding the back of his neck, then suddenly saying, "I had heard about your Feng Huo ticket."