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

Ethan's pupils dilated, struggling to answer why he would kiss 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 white.

Various excuses flooded his brain at that moment, leaving him awkwardly stuck in 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 glances whenever my mom wears black stockings and high heels."

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

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

Mentioned now, he just wanted to find a crack in the ground to crawl into.

"You've had many opportunities, but you've never done anything inappropriate," Blair suddenly looked up from her phone and fixed her gaze on him. "I think you're not someone ruled by desire, you know the difference between fantasy and reality."

Blair stared intently at him.

"Is it because she told you about that man?"

"?" Ethan suddenly looked up, his eyes wide with confusion: "What man?"

Blair looked at his cheeks, saw his puzzled expression, turned her head back, and continued on 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 be pursued.

"Do you... would you approve of a strange man appearing in your home?"

"Mom has been taking care of me all these years. Given her situation, still unmarried in her thirties, it's largely because of me," Blair said, staring at her phone.

"I can't deprive my mother of 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, briefly stunned, quickly regained his composure 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. Previously, your condition didn't require it. Now that there's a chance for recovery, let's try more."

"You really have a way with words," Ethan said, his mouth twitching as he took off his jacket and lay on the bed.

Blair hung her phone on a nearby stand.

She placed her hands on his shoulders.

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

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

Ethan felt the continuous kneading sensation on his back, and although Blair seemed indifferent, she was actually quite nice.

Ethan relaxed completely.

Blair's voice floated 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 longer."

This guy better not be misunderstanding their friendship.

But Blair really was beautiful.

"I'll massage your feet," Blair said, slightly squinting her eyes.

She massaged his feet as if it was the most natural thing to do.

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

It was a peculiar feeling.

"You're quite understanding," Ethan realized, noting that it had been many years since they had sat this close together.

"You know, when I came to Capitol City and saw you, I almost didn't recognize you. I remember you had long hair when I left."

Blair was silent for a moment, her fingers tightening momentarily: "After mom and I moved to Capitol City, because of our accents, I didn't really want to talk much."

Ethan fell silent, aware that in this country, students were very particular about their social circles.

Coming from the countryside, having an accent, a single mother.

It was a recipe for bullying.

He could already imagine Blair being bullied into cutting her long hair.

Ethan looked at Blair, feeling a mix of anger and pity, about to speak.

"They all call me 'cutie' and stuff, my locker is full of love letters every day. I ignore them, but they keep bothering me, it's annoying," Blair continued. "I cut my hair short because it's easier to manage."

Ethan broke the 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.

His face flushed, he turned his head away.

Suddenly, he felt a gentle touch on the "Pecker," a tingling sensation moving rhythmically up and down, back and forth.

He quickly turned his head, "Blair, what are you doing?"

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

As soon as she finished speaking, a pair of delicate hands enveloped the "Pecker," starting a rapid up and down motion.

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.