Chapter 50 Then Take It Off
At 12:30 a.m., the villa's door lock emitted a faint electronic sound.
When Shangqiu Zhu pushed open the door, the room was quiet, with only the floor lamp next to the sofa still lit.
Yan Shuang curled up in a corner of the sofa, hugging a soft cushion in her arms, her head tilted to one side, her hair falling loosely beside her cheek. She was covered with a thin blanket, but most of it had slipped down to her waist, revealing her slender figure in her loungewear.
Shangqiu Zhu paused at the entrance, then softened her movements.
He walked to the sofa and looked down at her.
The light illuminated her sleeping face; her breathing was soft and gentle, as if she had been waiting for a long time.
Yan Shuang suddenly stirred, her eyelashes fluttering a few times, and she slowly opened her eyes. Her vision was still a little blurry, but she became clear-headed the moment she saw him.
"You're back." Her voice was soft and sweet from just waking up, but she had already sat up straight on the sofa and looked up at him.
Shangqiu Zhu asked calmly, "Why don't you go sleep in the bedroom?"
Yan Shuang stood up and took the suit jacket from his hand.
She followed him, and the two of them went up to the second floor together.
"I'll wait for you to come home," she said softly.
Shangqiu Zhu didn't stop walking. In the shadows at the corner of the stairs, the corner of her lips slightly lifted.
In the bedroom, she stood on tiptoe to untie his tie.
Her hand occasionally touched his neck; it was a little cooler than his.
"Raise your hand," Yan Shuang said softly.
Shangqiu Zhu obediently raised her wrist, allowing her to remove the million-dollar watch.
"I'll go run the bathwater," Yan Shuang said, turning and entering the bathroom.
Shangqiu Zhu stood in the center of the bedroom, unbuttoned the top two buttons of her shirt, and listened to the sound of water coming from the bathroom.
The sound of water stopped.
Yan Shuang came out of the bathroom. "The water is ready, and the temperature is just right."
Shangqiu Zhu walked into the bathroom. A row of flickering candlelight was placed on the edge of the bathtub, and three scented candles were placed on a waterproof brass candlestick, their flames standing straight in the humid air.
The bathtub was filled with delicate pink bubbles, like a fluffy cloud floating on the water, with a few real rose petals scattered among them, appearing and disappearing in the steam.
A bottle of chilled soda water was thoughtfully placed next to it.
As Shangqiu Zhu unscrewed the bottle cap and the cold water slid down his throat, he realized he was staring blankly at the row of candles beside the bathtub.
The flames danced in the space she had carefully arranged, casting his shadow on the wall.
The pink, fragrant scene before him gave him a strange sense of incongruity, as if he had wandered onto the wrong movie set.
He took off his clothes and stepped into the bathtub, where the hot water finally reached his shoulders.
Shangqiu Zhu closed his eyes, resting the back of his head on a rolled-up towel at the edge of the bathtub, a position that perfectly supported his cervical spine.
The sound of the doorknob turning came from inside.
He opened his eyes and saw Yan Shuang walking in through the steam, carrying a copper tray with a cup of dark red liquid on it.
"Mullet." Yan Shuang placed the tray on the edge of the bathtub.
Shangqiu Zhu reached out and took the wine glass. The moment the red wine entered her mouth, its heat slid down her throat, igniting a small flame.
Yan Shuang did not leave immediately after putting down the wine as expected.
She stood by the bathtub, her lips slightly pursed and then relaxed.
"Is there anything else?" Shangqiu Zhu asked.
Yan Shuang took a deep breath: "Are you... stiff in your neck and shoulders? I've studied professional massage, would you like to... give me a try?"
She looked at him with clear eyes, filled with pure gratitude and a desire to repay him.
Shangqiu Zhu looked at Yan Shuang, and just as her eyes began to flicker, as if she was about to retract her suggestion, he nodded.
Yan Shuang went around to the back of the bathtub. After a rustling sound of fabric rubbing together, a pair of slightly cool hands gently landed on his shoulders.
Her thumb found the Fengchi acupoint at the back of his neck and pressed down steadily. After a moment of soreness, she felt an unexpected comfort.
Yan Shuang's technique was very professional, with just the right amount of pressure, and each press landed precisely on his most taut muscle knots.
"Where did you learn this?" Shangqiu Zhu's voice was lower than usual, with a hint of relaxed hoarseness.
Yan Shuang's fingers didn't stop, pressing down along both sides of his spine: "My mother used to have a lot of pain all over her body. I learned it at a traditional Chinese medicine clinic."
Shangqiu Zhu gave a soft "hmm," and Yan Shuang continued working.
The bathroom was filled with steam. Shangqiu Zhu leaned against the edge, his strong arms draped over his sides. Water droplets slid down his shoulders and disappeared into the foamy surface of the water.
Yan Shuang knelt on the non-slip mat behind the bathtub and pressed hard on the acupoint where his shoulder and neck met. Her body moved slightly underwater.
Her gaze swept uncontrollably across the water's surface. Beneath the foam, the lines of Shangqiu bamboo's back appeared meticulously sculpted, still making her blush even after seeing it countless times.
Yan Shuang quickly looked away, but saw an even more dangerous scene: through the gaps in the foam, the man's waist and abdomen were faintly visible in the water, and the surface of the water swayed gently with her massage movements, occasionally revealing more of his blush-inducing outline.
Her fingers trembled, and she almost spilled the essential oil.
Yan Shuang then noticed that Shang Qiuzhu in the mirror was half-opening his eyes, looking at her through the rising steam.
He had noticed her shifty gaze long ago.
Her earlobes instantly burned, and she unconsciously increased the pressure on her hands.
Suddenly, the water surface shook violently.
Yan Shuang subconsciously looked down and saw what was under the water's surface where the foam had dispersed.
A part that shouldn't be seen is clearly showing a reaction.
Her mind went blank, and her hands stopped moving abruptly.
The rosy bubbles regrouped, but could no longer conceal the heart-pounding truth.
Shangqiu Zhu looked at her helpless expression in the mirror and finished the rest of the red wine.
She knelt on the non-slip mat next to the bathtub, the neckline of her loungewear opening even wider due to her forward-leaning posture.
She was crying her eyes out under him last night, but now she doesn't even dare to look him in the eye, her neck turning pink with embarrassment.
"I...I'm going to change the essential oil..."
She tried to get up in a panic, but before she could take a step, her wrist was grabbed.
The water in the bathtub splashed and bubbled with his movements, the rose-scented water droplets splashing onto her pajamas.
"You want to run away after you've seen enough, huh?"
The tray slammed onto the carpet, and before Yan Shuang could even cry out, she was pulled into the bathtub.
Hot water instantly washed over her chest, and Shangqiu Zhu's lips pressed down.
She grabbed his wet shoulder, "Ugh... my pajamas... are wet..."
She protested quietly between kisses.
Shangqiu Zhu bit her bright red earlobe: "Then take it off."
His calloused palms had slipped under the hem of her damp pajamas, caressing her smooth, supple waist, and slowly moving upwards.
"Um……"
Yan Shuang couldn't help but let out a soft whimper, her body involuntarily going limp and hot under his teasing.
The water was churning violently, reflecting the swaying overhead lights.
He held her in his arms, and amidst the violent undulations of the water, he possessed her deeply time and again.
The water in the bathtub went from cold to hot, then back to cold again.
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