Blind Miracle Doctor

Chapter 12: Chapter 12

The night passed without incident, and when I got up to wash up in the morning, I found Aunt Wu had already prepared breakfast.

Looking at Wang Xiru, she acted as if nothing had happened, as though last night’s events were just a dream.

Aunt Wu, however, would glance at me from time to time, but quickly shift her gaze away, as if afraid of being caught by Wang Xiru.

I ate quietly while surreptitiously observing the two women.

Both Aunt Wu and Wang Xiru were top-notch among women.

Especially the mature and charming Aunt Wu, whose every move radiated a charisma that made me want to pin her down and ravage her just by looking at her.

I even had a wicked thought.

How wonderful it would be to have both mother and daughter serve me in bed, at the same time?

But that was just wishful thinking, a dream that was unlikely to come true.

Originally, I had intended to ask Aunt Wu to help me find a job. When I arrived, she said she would arrange a position for me at her beauty salon, even mentioning a special project for blind massage.

But unexpectedly, Wang Xiru was the one who spoke up first.

“Um, Xu Tian, if you’re not busy, I can introduce you to a job.”

“Really? What kind of job?” I asked curiously.

gym, people often get sprains and such during exercises, so our boss is thinking of hiring a masseur skilled in traditional Chinese medicine

boss. If she likes you, you’ll have a job,” Wang Xiru said with

how much would it pay?” I

well, you should get a raise to somewhere between fifteen to twenty thousand,” Wang Xiru continued, her face beaming with a gentle smile, a change from her

quick change in attitude caused Aunt Wu, who was beside us, to become

“Sure, sure!”

immediately without a second thought. For a blind man with no credentials, earning over ten thousand a month was

was that I would have many more

women; perhaps I’d even meet more

I headed out with Wang

minutes later, we arrived at her workplace, the

phone call, asking me to wait briefly in the resting room;

and didn’t say

one for the clients and

doors faced each other

she’d come back soon, but after waiting a full half-hour, there was still

open

the door, I heard a sound from across the trainer’s resting room that set

my ear against the door, and clearly heard the moans of a

I

more convenient was that the

swallowed hard and peered

a table, her tight yoga outfit rolled up, exposing her snow-white,

look in her eyes, her long, slender legs sprawled widely apart, using one hand to repeatedly plunge in and out of

was biting