One night Two babies by Liz Pinelis novel Chapter 725

Facing the woman's eyes, Stanley's thin lips opened as if he wanted to say something, but he eventually swallowed it back and gave a muffled, "Okay, I won't pull it out."

When he finished, he turned his head back.

Just let her cupping him if she wants to, just let her have some fun and cheer her up.

Yes, Stanley didn't believe in the effect of cupping on sore joints and muscles at all, in his opinion, it was just inexplicable.

But Violet felt that it had an effect, and he couldn't say anything, or else she would be upset, or he would be the one to coax her.

Seeing Stanley obediently turn back, Violet then smiled in satisfaction, then proceeded to pick up a small glass jar, dripped essential oil in it, lit it on fire, and pressed it on his back.

He didn't know how long it took, but Stanley felt the one glass on his back being removed by the woman.

The woman patted him on the shoulder, "Well, move around and see if there's any relief."

Stanley frowned.

Relief so soon?

How can that be!

Although he thought so, Stanley did as he was told in order not to upset Violet, sitting up straight and slightly moving his arms and neck as well as his back.

And he didn’t know if it was an illusion, but he really did feel lighter all over.

At the thought, Stanley squeezed his shoulder and his eyes suddenly widened.

Because he felt his shoulder muscles, they weren't really as hard as they had been at first, and when he squeezed them, they didn't even feel any soreness anymore.

So it was really working.

Stanley turned around incredulously and stared at the small glass jars, shock clearly written in his eyes, clearly not quite understanding how lighting a fire in it and then placing it on his skin and letting the jars suck in his skin could relieve his sore muscles.

But even more thoughtlessness made it impossible for Stanley to deny that the effect was, indeed, greatly surprising.

Looking at the man who couldn't come out of his surprise for a long time, Violet knew what he was incredulous about, and couldn't help but give a light laugh, "How about it, my fire cupping is good, right?"

Stanley nodded, "Indeed."

He was wrong and shouldn't have thought it wouldn't be of any use.

On the contrary, it was really useful.

For the first time, he felt him wrong.

"Good, in the future when your muscles are sore, I'll do it for you again, but don't refuse again like before." Violet said with a smile.

Yes, the idea of cupping him had crossed her mind before.

But Stanley said he wouldn't do anything, so she had to let it go.

The fire cupping was done on him this moment, and only while he was asleep.

But the good thing was that the results were good, and the fire cupping worked and was recognized by him.

Stanley nodded, "Good."

He agreed.

And he did no longer reject this so-called medicine method.

Because of the effect, which he personally experienced.

There was a downside though, and although he was relaxed after the cupping, the cupping left a purple and red mark that took several days to disappear.

Stanley twisted his head to look at a circular purple and red mark below his shoulder and couldn't help but sigh.

The marks look like they'd been beaten.

When Violet saw the man staring at the marks left by the fire cupping in a daze, she couldn't help but cover her lips and laugh, "Now you're a down-to-earth president."

Naturally, Stanley readily agreed.

And this evening they were dedicated to spending time with the kids.

Just when the family of four was watching cartoons and having fun, Stanley's cell phone rang.

Violet looked towards him.

Stanley knew that his phone had broken the family cozy and apologized in embarrassment.

"It's okay, see who's calling, if it's urgent, you should still answer it." Violet said.

Calvin nodded, "Yeah dad, if it's really urgent, just deal with it first, it's still a long time anyway."

"Yes, daddy go ahead." Arya said.

Seeing how open-minded all three were, Stanley smiled before taking out his phone and looking at it.

"Henry called." Stanley pursed his lips.

Violet was surprised, "Mr. Baxter? It's so late, what's he calling for."

Stanley responded and answered the phone.

Not knowing what Henry on the other end of the phone had said, Violet saw Stanley with a somewhat bad expression, and hung up the phone after finally saying 'there's no need'.

"What's wrong?" Violet asked.

Stanley turned his phone off and dropped it on the coffee table, "Henry has found a cemetery for Ivy and is preparing to bury her tomorrow, asking if we want to go and see it."

"Why." Violet was instantly disinterested and said faintly.

What kind of person would go to the funeral of an enemy?