She didn't know how long she held him, so long that Shen Zhiyi almost thought he had fallen asleep.

She turned her head and glanced at Fu Yinzhou out of the corner of her eye.

Seeing his rosy cheeks and bright, sparkling eyes, he looked completely different from when he was suffering from the illness.

It was determined that he had recovered.

She felt relieved and struggled to get off him.

"Young Master, are you feeling better?"

"If I feel better, I won't sit on your lap anymore. If I sit on it for too long, it will prevent blood circulation and that won't be good."

She stood up and stepped back a little.

Fu Yinzhou's arms suddenly felt empty, and his gaze followed the person in the same direction, "You..."

"Don't worry," Shen Zhiyi said obediently, standing to the side with her head down. "I will remember what you said and keep my boundaries. As soon as you get better, I will never have any unnecessary contact with you."

After saying that, she glanced at him.

Seeing his displeased expression, she suddenly took two steps back.

It's this far, it should be okay, right?

Fu Yinzhou: ...

He lowered his eyes, suppressing the gloom and longing within them.

She pulled her arm back from mid-air and rubbed her fingertips together almost imperceptibly.

It seemed as if the warmth of her body still lingered on it.

Warm and delicate.

It was her body temperature that he longed for day and night, that he was fascinated by and yearned for…

He looked up at her, his eyes dark and unfathomable. "Come here."

Shen Zhiyi did not understand.

Hesitantly, he took two steps forward.

Fu Yinzhou patted his leg. "Didn't you say you were going to give me a massage?"

"You've been pressing on me for so long, didn't you even think of giving me a massage?"

“This is not superfluous contact,” he said, his gaze deep, “but a necessary…duty.”

Shen Zhiyi was surprised and muttered softly.

"Don't you dislike being touched?"

Fu Yinzhou raised an eyebrow. "What did you say?"

"nothing."

Shen Zhiyi pursed her lips.

She slowly moved closer to him, squatted down, and knelt on the carpet beside him.

She placed her fingers on his thigh, then tilted her head back and glanced at him.

"Did I pinch you?" She hovered her hand above his thigh and tentatively shook it.

"Hmm." Fu Yinzhou lowered his eyes and said calmly.

"That's a thigh." Shen Zhiyi's eyes widened as she asked again, "You really pinched it?"

"Mmm." Fu Yinzhou took her hand and placed it directly on his lap.

"Press it."

His tone was calm, but a dark glint flashed in his eyes.

Like anticipation.

It's also like...excitement.

Shen Zhiyi tilted her head and skillfully pressed down on his thigh.

Her strength varied, sometimes light and sometimes heavy.

Fu Yinzhou couldn't sense it.

But just watching those soft little hands kneading and pressing on his legs... a huge, indescribable pleasure rose in his chest.

Dense and overwhelming, it hits right at the heart.

His dark eyes fell on the top of her head.

Then, it slowly slid down her drooping hair, outlining her fair profile and delicate chin.

He saw her long, drooping eyelashes and her pale pink lips pressed together as she focused on her task.

And that slender, graceful neck...

Inch by inch, thread by thread.

Fu Yinzhou seemed to never get enough of looking at her, his deep, affectionate gaze lingering on her face.

Shen Zhiyi kept pressing and pressing.

I always feel like there's a sticky gaze on me.

She looked up in surprise.

But Fu Yinzhou was seen leaning back in his chair with a calm expression.

Looking down at her, his gaze was as cold and indifferent as ever.

I didn't have any particular emotion.

She shook her head, looked away, and continued the massage.

“The work clothes you’re wearing today don’t fit quite right,” Fu Yinzhou suddenly said. “We’ll prepare new ones for you tomorrow.”

This old-fashioned outfit looked rather out of place on her.

And those things just now...

His eyes suddenly darkened.

He wouldn't allow her to wear such outrageous clothes and wander around the villa.

No one is allowed to look at her.

Fu Yinzhou suddenly thought of the male bodyguard who had spoken to her, and her eyes turned cold.

They need to keep them away from her.

"Okay," Shen Zhiyi replied.

Looking at her obedient and compliant demeanor, even though he knew she was faking it, Fu Yinzhou found her in this state particularly novel and adorable.

The lip line softens.

"From now on, you will stay on the second floor. I will have the housekeeper prepare a room for you. You don't need to live in the maid's room on the first floor."

Such a small place is not worthy of his Zhizhi.

She deserves to live in the best.

Shen Zhiyi was surprised, "Me, living alone on the second floor?"

Even the housekeeper lives on the first floor.

In fact, the Fu family is very wealthy, and this villa is excessively large. Even the maid's room downstairs is more luxuriously decorated than the houses of ordinary families.

However, it is indeed a bit smaller compared to the one on the second floor.

After all, there are very few rooms on the second floor, and each one has a huge walk-in closet and a bathroom.

The bedding and decorations inside are all exquisite.

It would be a shame to even entertain such distinguished guests.

"Am I not human?" Fu Yinzhou's dark eyes revealed a faint smile, but he pressed his lips down, keeping his expression calm.

"I'll live on the second floor with you."

Seeing that Shen Zhiyi was still surprised, he added, "This way it will be easier for you to take care of me."

Shen Zhiyi nodded solemnly.

"good."

That's fine too.

The fact that he was willing to let her get close shows that his trust in her is gradually increasing.

If we persuade him to seek treatment in the future, the chances of success will be greater.

"I'll do whatever you say, young master."

Her eyes crinkled into crescents, and her voice was sweet and lovely.

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