Pei Zi suddenly shrieked, snatching a towel to cover her chest.
Her eyes instantly reddened. "What... what did you do while I was asleep?!"
Zhang Ye nearly tumbled off his stool. "Heaven be my witness! I didn't even touch a single finger of yours!"
He pointed at the business license on the wall. "This is a legitimate massage parlor!"
"Legitimate, my foot!" Pei Zi wrapped herself in the bath towel and sprang off the bed.
Her legs buckled, and she nearly sank to her knees. "Then explain why my entire body is aching and sore!"
Zhang Ye hurriedly raised both hands and backed away. "That's a completely normal reaction after your meridians are unblocked!"
Catching sight of Pei Zi about to grab a stool to smash over his head, he darted behind the counter in a flash. "There's surveillance! The camera footage can prove it!"
On the surveillance monitor outside the partition...
Pei Zi saw herself lying face down stiffly like a salted fish for two whole hours.
The entire time, only the back of Zhang Ye's head bobbed into the camera's view.
"You..." Pei Zi stared at the frozen frame where her toes were curled up.
Seeing this, Pei Zi let out a soft sigh.
She had originally intended to bluff and test Zhang Ye, never expecting that he was only a scoundrel on the surface.
In reality, he hadn't done anything improper to her at all.
Her purpose in coming here was to investigate Zhang Ye's technique.
She couldn't simply cut ties with him.
In truth, she now genuinely felt all the exhaustion in her body swept away, replaced by an abundance of Vitality.
She indeed had lingering issues with her cervical spine and shoulders; she had tried treating them herself, but to no avail.
Now, those minor ailments were completely imperceptible.
Yet, despite such a miraculous transformation, she hadn't experienced the full process at all.
That was why she had used her purity as an excuse to negotiate terms with Zhang Ye.
Having been single since birth, she would occasionally rely on certain aids to seek the pleasures of being a woman.
Whether Zhang Ye had touched her or not, she knew perfectly well in her heart...
This little pup Zhang Ye talked such a shameless game.
Yet, under such circumstances, faced with a woman of her beauty and figure...
Pei Zi gave Zhang Ye a slightly resentful glance, feeling deeply piqued inside.
Was she truly devoid of all allure to this little pup?
Why was he so completely unmoved?!
Aside from being baffled, the more Pei Zi thought about it, the angrier she became.
Not only had she failed to catch Zhang Ye red-handed, but she had also discovered that he had zero interest in her.
To Pei Zi, this stung far worse than if Zhang Ye had actually touched her.
Pei Zi sighed and gave a self-deprecating smile. "I underestimated you."
The anger and agitation in Pei Zi's tone had vanished.
Deep down, she couldn't help but feel a touch of admiration for this young man who was more than a decade her junior.
Pei Zi said earnestly, "Zhang Ye, teach me your massage technique.
As long as you agree, as long as it doesn't break the law, I'll do my best to use my resources to help you make money."
Zhang Ye looked up in surprise.
Pei Zi was standing, while he was seated.
He asked tentatively, "Are you sure?"
Following Zhang Ye's gaze, Pei Zi glanced down; her chest blocked her view, making it impossible to see her toes.
That single glance from Zhang Ye sparked a flicker of anticipation in her heart.
He was still a man after all; he should have some reaction, right?
"Learn my massage technique? You won't be able to learn it," Zhang Ye emphasized strictly.
The anticipation in Pei Zi's heart was dashed once again.
Refusing to concede, she said, "Then I'll just watch and learn from the side. You won't need to teach me. What do you say?"
Zhang Ye stood up, catching a whiff of the delicate fragrance lingering on Pei Zi as he moved.
He looked at Pei Zi's slightly flushed cheeks, her plump red lips, and the anticipation written across her face.
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A smirk couldn't help but curl on the corner of Zhang Ye's lips.
Zhang Ye said, "Fine, on one condition."
Pei Zi replied promptly, "Name it."
Zhang Ye replied solemnly, "Whenever you come across wealthy patients at the Traditional Chinese Medicine Hospital in the future, introduce them to me. I actually quite enjoy healing the wounded and saving lives."
Treating wealthy patients counts as healing the wounded and saving lives?
Pei Zi burst out laughing. "Zhang Ye, you really are a goofball."
Zhang Ye retorted, "You're quite the troublemaker yourself."
He was a goofball, and she was a troublemaker?
She paused, then rolled her eyes at Zhang Ye. "Then it's a deal. Whenever I get patients like that, I'll refer them to you. And whenever I'm free, I'll definitely come over to observe and learn."
"No problem." Zhang Ye nodded; this had been his ultimate goal all along.
Zhang Ye added, "Dr. Pei, feel free to take your time, and please come again!"
Next time?
Pei Zi said helplessly, "You're too expensive; I can't afford it."
If she had plenty of money, she would certainly visit Zhang Ye every few days for massage therapy.
After all, the results were far faster than medication and remarkably pronounced.
Alas.
Zhang Ye's rate had far exceeded what she was mentally prepared to pay.
After pondering for a moment, Pei Zi recalled how Zhang Ye had shown zero interest in her during the massage earlier.
Her heart brimmed with curiosity—what kind of young man was he really?
Not only was his massage technique miraculous, but his self-control was also remarkably steadfast.
Pei Zi couldn't help asking, "Zhang Ye, would you like to have lunch with me? My treat."
"Let's go."
Just when she thought Zhang Ye would decline, he agreed without the slightest hesitation.
For some reason...
Pei Zi felt as though she had just been freeloaded off of once again.