Azuki clutched her chest in feigned panic.
They had been laughing and chatting pleasantly just a moment ago—he wouldn’t actually try something, would he?
Harming a client would lead to terrible reviews.
Jiang Suan, don’t force her hand!
She didn’t run, nor did she call for help.
After all, a commission with a ten-million-dollar processing fee wasn’t something she wanted to blow.
But if things truly went south, she’d have no choice.
Jiang Suan drew closer and closer.
Azuki grew more and more tense, nearly closing her eyes in despair.
Her money, her precious money…
please don’t leave her like this.
“You really can’t!
Please don’t!”
“Pfft…
I can’t even give you a shoulder massage?”
Jiang Suan naturally knew his aggressive approach would be misunderstood, but he had been putting on an act at Sui-Bian Temple for so long.
He needed to relax too.
And since he happened to encounter such a “cooperative” Azuki, it was a match made in heaven.
They were both just putting on a show.
Azuki shot him a suspicious look and patted her chest, covering up her snowy skin.
Her defensive instincts were clearly top-notch.
“Just…
a shoulder massage?
You’re sure you aren’t trying to pull something?
I really don’t do that kind of work, even if the commission fee is several times the market rate…”
So it was the temptation of money.
The system was truly pragmatic.
Jiang Suan raised an eyebrow.
“So, a shoulder massage is fine?”
In the private room, Azuki dropped her defensive stance and burst into laughter.
What an eccentric man.
What kind of person hears a hint that he *could* try something and then asks for confirmation?
She stood up and stretched lazily, her cheongsam tightening over her curves.
She stole a subtle glance and happened to catch Jiang Suan’s admiring gaze.
*Men…
and he calls himself an ‘old senior.’*
*Who would believe that?*
But she didn’t realize that men were boys until the day they died.
Just because someone was old, did that mean they couldn’t appreciate youth and beauty?
Jiang Suan was a bit embarrassed to be caught staring, but if a man could suppress the subconscious urge to look at a sight like that…
was he even human?
“Ahem…”
“It’s fine.
Mr.
Jiang was right—the flowers are blooming vibrantly, so why shouldn’t you look?
I’m not that strict.
But let me warn you: if it doesn’t feel good, I’m going to stop you.”
“And…
I am absolutely not lowering the commission fee!”
“Also, let me just ask…
the massage is free, right?”
Azuki emphasized her money once again, just like the words “Ten Thousand Taels of Gold” written on her fan.
She loved wealth as much as life itself.
Jiang Suan naturally had no objection; he wasn’t the one paying the fee anyway.
“Naturally.
I’m just proving my skills.
If you want another one later, I’ll have to charge you.”
“Hehe, hearing Mr.
Jiang talk like that makes me quite expectant.”
Azuki briskly drew the curtains and lay down on the sofa in the private room as if she were at a spa.
Since it was free, she might as well take advantage of it.
As for paying later?
She would never.
Besides…
She looked at Jiang Suan’s face.
He was actually quite handsome.
After he took off those toad-eye sunglasses, his dark pupils seemed to shimmer with golden light, making him look like some sort of transcendent immortal.
However, he wore his hair in a casual braid, so she couldn’t enjoy the sight of a man with flowing long hair.
What a shame.
“Come then, young master.
Don’t be shy, pfft~”
“…”
Jiang Suan had been teased.
Fine.
He calmed his mind, hoping Azuki would still be able to laugh in a moment.
This was his final task before going home to rest for the day…
Watch this!
“Your shoulders are very stiff.
Don’t be nervous.
Just relax.”
“Ah~!”
“!!?”
In just an instant, the moment Jiang Suan’s palms touched her, Azuki shuddered as if struck by an electric current.
Her eyes widened, and the laughter died on her lips.
Strange.
This was so strange.
She wanted to reach out and cover her mouth to stop the weird sounds she was making, but she was pinned firmly to the sofa.
She could only let out muffled whimpers, her face turning a deep shade of crimson.
*This is a massage?*
*Whose hands feel like an electric shock of pleasure the moment they touch you?*
“It’s always like this the first time.
Don’t worry.”
“This is my unique technique.
Ordinary people don’t get to experience it.
It can dispel fatigue and remove the root of illnesses…”
“How is it?”
“…”
Azuki buried her face in the sofa, refusing to look up.
Her expression must be terrible right now; she couldn’t let a client see her like this.
More importantly, Jiang Suan was definitely doing this on purpose.
Just because she had teased him a bit…
But hadn’t Jiang Suan taken advantage of her first by calling himself her grandfather’s generation?
It seemed the “official” was allowed to start fires while the “commoner” wasn’t even allowed to light a lamp.
But he was the client.
As long as it didn’t violate her principles, she could tolerate anything—though it felt like they were pushing those principles a bit today…
She really shouldn’t have been so curious.
“Lighter…
no, wait, harder…
mmm…”
“It tickles…
so tingly…”
“I can’t…
Mr.
Jiang, I give up!”
After a bout of top-tier massaging, Azuki covered her burning face in shame.
Her violet eyes peered through the gaps in her fingers, filled with resentment.
“Did you do that on purpose?”
“Just tell me, Ms.
Azuki, does it feel good?
Do you feel much more relaxed?
Would you like me to massage other areas?”
“…”
Jiang Suan felt a secret pang of regret.
Only a full-body massage could trigger The Stealing Hand; just doing the shoulders wasn’t enough.
But he guessed that they’d already pushed it far enough.
It was unlikely he’d get more today.
Azuki was probably pouting at him, even though those enchanting cries of hers had been sounds of surrender rather than a plea to stop.
She reminded him of those “big sisters” at the hourly massage parlors in his previous life who would scream while being massaged.
Saying “no” was always a lie…
A long silence filled the private room.
Jiang Suan was about to apologize to break the awkwardness, but to his surprise, Azuki finally caught her breath and gave him a light kick.
The two made eye contact.
The woman blinked, her eyes reflecting a hint of shyness.
When she actually thought about it…
it really did feel good.
No, it felt *too* good!
If nothing else, Azuki believed Jiang Suan was a master now.
After experiencing this massage once…
She would never be able to forget it.
Was this man going to ruin her?
She would never find another massage like this again.
Azuki mulled it over for a long time before asking, somewhat pained, “Um…
do you charge for another one?”
“…”
Jiang Suan had so many things he wanted to say that he didn’t know where to start.
After all that drama, that was her question?
Was money really the most important thing?
He chuckled and held up his “tools of the trade”—his fingers were long, slender, and flexible, yet powerful.
The sight made the woman’s face turn red.
“I won’t charge today.”
“Oh!
Then hurry up, Master!
You can have dinner here later.
And after that, I’ll take you to that house I bought for you.
By the way, Jiang Suan…
are you really a fortune teller?”
Hearing that it was free, Ms.
Azuki immediately regained her poise and started prying for information.
It seemed their brief “friction” had caused their relationship to warm up rapidly.
After all…
The bond between a technician and their patron was always the strongest.
After all, he’d already heard all those embarrassing sounds.
Once the shame passed, it was the fastest way to get close to someone.
Right now, she wasn’t some poster girl or the manager of the Tea Immortal’s private assets; she was just a lively girl enjoying a massage.
“Lie down properly and stop talking.
You’ll get a stitch in your side.”
“It’s fine, Jiang Suan.
I’ve never heard of someone like you before…”
“Well, you’ve heard of me now, haven’t you?”
“Oh…
and don’t touch anything you shouldn’t!
I’m not letting you touch my butt…”
Jiang Suan seemed to have flipped some sort of switch in Azuki.
She had transformed from an inscrutable manager into a chatterbox, mischievously swaying her legs.
Beneath the cheongsam, they were truly a sight to behold.
“I wouldn’t touch it even if you wanted me to.
But these legs of yours…”
“Are they pretty?
Aren’t they long and white?”
“Ahem…
I was going to say that standing for long periods isn’t good for you.
And if you don’t wear pants every day, you should be careful about ‘old cold legs.’ Are you ready?”
“Bring it on, Master Jiang!
Haven’t you eaten?
You’re being too soft~”
Jiang Suan laughed.
It looked like he was going to spend more time here than planned.
She was asking if he’d eaten?
He actually hadn’t…
Ms.
Azuki, are you offering me a taste of some “soft rice”?
“Ah!
Oh!
Ohhh!
That…
that’s it?”
“Wuuu…
ah…”