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My name is Sun Zeyu, and I'm a doctor in the traditional Chinese massage department.

This morning on my way to the hospital via subway, a shapely woman suddenly knelt down and crawled through three carriages before standing up.

I filmed a video of it and posted it on Douyin, and to my surprise, my phone wouldn't stop vibrating after I got to the hospital—I checked, and it had gone viral.

As I was scrolling through countless comments, a patient knocked and came in, and when I looked up, the female patient before me was quite a sight.

Her distinctly shaped oval face featured finely drawn features, and her fair skin, possibly gaining a hint of mature charm after marriage, made her even more captivating, easily described as a stunner.

Even though she wore plain sweatpants and a short-sleeve top, they couldn't hide her exquisite figure.

I thought it wasn't just me; any man would fantasize about something happening with such an exquisite beauty.

After scanning her medical card, I found out her name was Li Jiajia.

"What's wrong?"

"Doctor, I did some yoga last night, and my waist feels particularly uncomfortable."

"Lie down there, and I'll take a look."

I instructed her to lie on the examination bed and then approached to press lightly on her slender waist.

"Yes, doctor, that's where it hurts."

"It seems like you just twisted it a little; it's nothing serious. A few massage sessions should do the trick."

"Hmm."

I gently lifted her short sleeve a bit and placed a disposable towel on her back.

Just as I was about to start the massage, I felt something was in the way, thinking it might be the waistband of her pants.

"The edge of your pants is a bit bothersome; let me adjust it a little." Saying so, I gently pulled it down a bit.

"Oh."

Unexpectedly, she exclaimed.

I hurriedly removed the towel and urgently asked, "What's wrong?"

"Doctor... that's not my pants."

After she spoke, I looked carefully and saw a black string on each side of her waist, with black stockings faintly showing underneath.

I was stunned, not expecting this female patient to be wearing stockings under her pants; she might have some peculiar interest.

Suppressing my inner thoughts, I finished a treatment session for her.

"Doctor, thank you. I'll add you on WeChat to book an appointment next time before I come."

"Hmm."

Watching her leave, it took me a while to come back to my senses, marveling at how bewitching she was.

Then I browsed through her Moments on WeChat, and my eyes widened upon opening it.

The first video was of her sitting on a suitcase in sportswear; with the music changing, she transformed into wearing a white shirt and black stockings, her thighs and calves shaking to the beat.

It was so enticing, a stark contrast to her earlier appearance; it was possible the stockings in the video were the ones she was wearing today, and I couldn't help swallowing hard.

Huh?

I suddenly noticed an issue, grabbed my phone, and scrutinized it three more times.

This...

There was a blue rose tattoo at Li Jiajia's ankle in the video, and I had also seen this tattoo on the ankle of the crawling subway woman.

Now that I think about it, their figures and hair colors bear some resemblance.

Could the crawling woman on the subway be Li Jiajia?

But then again, it didn't seem to have much to do with me, so I just put my phone on the desk and started writing medical records, never expecting to meet her again that night.

After work, I opened the door to find my daughter sitting on the floor playing.

Seeing me back, my daughter obediently said, "Daddy, Auntie Jiajia bought me a new toy."

"Hmm." I patted my daughter's head and heard my wife speaking.

"Honey, we have guests; could you get a couple of bottles of red wine?"

I followed the voice, and there was a woman sitting in the dining room.

I froze; she froze upon seeing me too.

"It's you."

"Doctor Sun."

This surprised my wife, Liu Yajing, a bit.

"What's this? You two know each other?"

"Yajing, I went to see Doctor Sun today for a medical issue." Li Jiajia replied.

Liu Yajing laughed and said, "I didn't expect you two to be so connected."

Turns out Li Jiajia is a college classmate and best friend of Liu Yajing. She recently moved back to the city from elsewhere and now lives in the same community as us.

I specifically picked out two bottles of red wine from the cabinet.

Despite her cold and distant demeanor toward strangers, Li Jiajia was quite humorous in person; as we drank and chatted, the atmosphere soon became lively.

After the red wine, the two women switched to beer. I sneaked a glance at Li Jiajia, her pretty face now tinged with a blush, making her even more alluring.

It was then that Liu Yajing suddenly insisted that I give Li Jiajia a massage at home to consolidate the treatment, so I had her lie on the bed and started massaging her.

Before the massage, I specifically checked her ankle, and sure enough, there was an identical tattoo.

Whether it was my suspicion that she was the crawling woman or feeling more familiar with her, this time the massage didn't have that professional distance, and even the touch felt different.

Putting my hand on her back, it felt extremely smooth, almost like a piece of mutton-fat jade.

To avoid awkwardness, she kept chatting with Liu Yajing, and unexpectedly, the more they talked, the more animated they got, and I was taken aback by their conversation.

"Jiajia, how are things with your husband?"

"Pretty good, why?"

My wife gently patted Li Jiajia's leg and spoke in her ear, "Who's asking about that? I'm asking if, with your husband often away, you don't miss the, you know, physical aspect?"

Hearing this, Li Jiajia shyly glanced at me, and my wife noticed her shyness, laughing, "Jiajia, we're all adults here; there's nothing to be embarrassed about."

With my wife's words seemingly making sense, Li Jiajia candidly replied.

"What can thinking about it do? It's still just me waiting at home patiently."

My wife teasingly quipped.

"If you're truly lonely, I could let my husband help you out."

Li Jiajia gave me a glance, her cheeks flushed even more, sparking boundless fantasies—any man would want to help such a stunner.

"Oh, Xiu Jun, you're just rambling."

"I meant help you with your back; look where your mind is wandering." Liu Yajing suddenly joked, making all three of us laugh.

I thought this was just a little episode in life, but as I lay in bed that night, tossing and turning, all I could see in my mind were images of Li Jiajia, unable to sleep.

At around one, unable to resist, I opened my phone to find the viral video I had posted on Douyin.

Deliberating for a while, I inexplicably sent the pictures and video to Li Jiajia.

As soon as I sent it, I regretted it; if she showed the video to Liu Yajing, it would be trouble.

I quickly retracted the message, and just then, Li Jiajia sent me a message.