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Chapter 20: It must be uncomfortable being so stiff. Let me help you

Chapter 20: It must be uncomfortable being so stiff. Let me help you

Chapter 20: It must be uncomfortable being so stiff. Let me help you

Ethan’s pupils dilated, struggling with the question of why he kissed Blair’s mother.

Should he just blurt out, “I like your mom”?

His system task was to get her mom to wear sheer black stockings and then turn them into white stockings.

All sorts of excuses flooded his brain at that moment, leaving him awkwardly stuck on the bed.

Blair glanced at him from the corner of her eye and, seeing that he hadn’t spoken, said, “Ever since you arrived in Capitol City, you’ve been sneaking peeks whenever my mom wears black stockings and high heels.”

Ethan covered his face with his hand, thinking he had been discreet.

Unless Blair was observing him too, there was no way she could have known.

Now that it was brought up, he just wanted to crawl into a hole.

“You’ve had many opportunities, but you’ve never done anything inappropriate,” Blair suddenly lifted her gaze from her phone to look at him, “I think you’re not someone driven by lust, you know the difference between fantasy and reality.”

Blair stared straight at him.

“Is it because she told you about that man?”

“?” Ethan looked up sharply, his eyes wide with confusion, “What man?”

Blair looked at his puzzled face, then turned her head back to her phone, “I’m not sure, but last month, a man drove her home. I saw them arguing downstairs,they didn’t seem like friends or lovers.”

“Later, I saw that man send flowers to mom, and she accepted them.”

Ethan’s mind buzzed, his heart ached, and he covered his forehead, forcing himself to calm down.

Reality isn’t like a novel, or rather, it’s normal for a beautiful woman like Auntie to have suitors.

“You… would you be okay with it? A strange man showing up at home.”

“Mom has been taking care of me all these years. She’s in her thirties and still not married, mostly because of me,” Blair said, staring at her phone, “I can’t take away her happiness for that reason. Even if I opposed it, I can’t guarantee that I could provide her a happy life in the future.”

Ethan, momentarily stunned, quickly recovered and looked at Blair, “You’re telling me all this on purpose, you’re actually against it, aren’t you?”

“No,” Blair got up from the bed, “But whether you oppose it or not, I don’t care anymore.”

She walked over to Ethan’s hospital bed, “Take off your clothes, I’ll give you a massage.”

“?” Ethan, still preoccupied with thoughts of Auntie, looked at her puzzled.

Blair shook her phone, her voice calm, “Muscle atrophy needs regular care. You didn’t need it before, but now that there’s a chance for recovery, we should try more.”

“You really have a way with words,” Ethan said, his lips twitching as he took off his jacket and lay down on the bed.

Blair set her phone on a stand nearby.

Her hands pressed down on his shoulders.

“Ah? Lighter!” Ethan yelped in pain, and the pressure on his shoulders eased a bit.

Blair, following the video instructions, massaged his back, shoulders, and arms seriously.

Ethan felt the continuous kneading on his back skin. Blair seemed indifferent, but she was actually pretty decent.

Ethan relaxed completely.

Blair’s voice drifted over, “I’m done with your back, turn over.”

“I…” Ethan flashed an awkward yet polite smile, “I think I’m quite comfortable lying like this, let me stay this way for a bit.”

This guy better not be letting their friendship turn sour.

But Blair really is beautiful.

“I’ll massage your feet,” Blair said, narrowing her eyes slightly.

She massaged his feet as if it was the most natural thing in the world.

Ethan lay there, watching this refined and handsome woman massage him.

His feelings were complex.

“You’re pretty understanding,” Ethan realized, noting that it had been years since they had sat this close together.

“You know, when I first came to Capitol City and saw you, I barely recognized you. I remember you had long hair when I left.”

Blair was silent for a moment, her fingers tightening briefly: “After mom and I moved to Capitol City, I didn’t want to talk much because of my accent.”

Ethan fell silent, aware of the cliquish nature among students here.

Coming from a rural area, having an accent, a single mom.

It was a recipe for bullying.

He could almost picture Blair being bullied into cutting her long hair.

Looking at Blair, Ethan felt a mix of anger and pity, opening his mouth to speak.

“They all call me ‘cutie’ and stuff, my locker’s always stuffed with love letters. I ignore them, but they keep bothering me,” Blair continued. “I cut my hair short because it’s easier to manage.”

Ethan broke his silence, “I want to start rehabilitation training.”

He turned to look at Blair, “I feel like I can get out of bed.”

His current condition was only half that of a normal adult, but theoretically, he could walk.

To win over Auntie, he couldn’t just lie there.

“Okay,” Blair nodded.

But as he turned his body, he noticed his 9-inch “Pecker” standing erect.

Blushing slightly, I turned my head away.

Suddenly, I felt the “Pecker” being gently stroked, a tingling sensation moving rhythmically up and down, back and forth.

I quickly turned back, “Blair, what are you doing?”

“It must be uncomfortable being so stiff, let me help you with that.”

As soon as she finished speaking, I felt her hands envelop the “Pecker,” starting to move rapidly up and down.

With a burst, a white fluid sprayed out, and Blair stopped her movements.

Outside the hospital room.

Ella held her phone in one hand and covered her mouth with the other.

With these photos, she could start blackmailing.