Bully him
"Okay!" Zuo Xiao was in a good mood and looked at him with a smile, "Let's move on to the next service!"
She complained about the chair being too hard, so she asked Zhuang Yu'an to move her to the sofa and then told him to sit next to her. As he looked at her in surprise, she lifted her left leg and placed it on his knee.
Zhuang Yu'an's face flushed instantly, and he said in a muffled voice, "It's better to put your legs on the chair."
Zuo Xiao lowered his head, looked at the linen shorts on his legs, and said with a broad smile: "It's okay, I won't be exposed." Then he grabbed a few pillows and placed them between his back and the armrest of the sofa.
Leaning in comfortably, he grabbed his phone and said, "Let's get started."
Zhuang Yu'an hung his head, his entire body tense as if about to collapse at any moment. Zuo Xiao admired his chaotic appearance and was delighted.
Is it really so fun to bully honest people?
Seeing that Zhuang Yu'an had been gathering his strength for a while, he finally mustered up the courage, raised his hands, clenched them into two fists, and tapped her thighs lightly alternately.
Zuo Xiao recorded this exhilarating scene with his phone and said, "Please use a little more force, Master Zhuang."
The other party was slightly startled, and then readily increased the strength of his hands.
Zuo Xiao looked at him carefully and saw that his face was flushed, his lips were tightly pursed, and his eyes were turned away, deliberately avoiding her white legs. She couldn't help but find it very interesting.
I couldn't help but point the camera at his face and continued to torture him: "Why is your face so red? Is it hot?"
The person in front of him was so embarrassed that his eyebrows and eyes twitched. His hands stopped moving and hung in the air, like a broken machine.
Zuo Xiao was curious about what would happen if he pushed this guy too far, but he was also worried he'd confess impulsively, which would be disastrous. After a moment's thought, he said, "Your massage is just average. Can you massage feet?"
Zhuang Yu'an seemed to have lost the ability to talk to her or look her in the eye. He lowered his head and nodded.
Zuo Xiao twirled his feet happily: "Let's get started!"
After a brief silence, a large hand gently grasped the instep of her foot. Instantly, Zuo Xiao felt the burning heat of the palm and instinctively pulled her foot back. At that moment, Zhuang Yu'an bent his right fingers and nudged the sole of her foot with his knuckles.
In an instant, a pulsating tingling sensation shot from the soles of my feet to the top of my head, causing fireworks to explode in my brain, along with a scream.
"Does it hurt?" He stopped.
She bit her lip and shook her head.
"I'll be gentler."
The rough hand gripping her instep loosened its grip a bit, and the pressure of its knuckles on the sole of her foot became much gentler. The numbness in her foot instantly lessened, but the itchiness intensified.
"Stop, stop! It's too itchy..." she giggled.
As she wished, he stopped, his hands still wrapped around her feet, obviously waiting for the next instruction. Zuo Xiao thought for a moment and then instructed, "Pinch it a little longer, gently."
After finally getting some satisfying footage, she stopped the service: "That's enough! Go wash your hands and take a break." After a moment's thought, she added, "Thank you for your hard work!"
Watching Zhuang Yu'an's back as he hurried away, as if he had been pardoned, she couldn't help but chuckle, thinking: This guy cooks deliciously, is good at carrying things, can give massages, and has no temper. He's the ultimate family man. If she ever gets the chance to develop a household robot, she'll use him as a prototype. She might as well steal his name: Yu'an 1st Generation, Yu'an Plus, Yu'an SE...
Zhuang Yu'an disappeared down the stairs. Zuo Xiao picked up his phone and checked the video he had just recorded. He was so happy that he couldn't stop smiling. He felt happier than if he had received a bonus.
Are you kidding me? How much bonus can make your boss personally massage your feet to make you happy?
It's a shame that such an awesome thing can only be flaunted in front of Chen Liqing and Eric. It's a bit of a shame that it's been covered in dust... How about showing it off to Xiaojing too? And Luffy, Zhan Jiaxin, Zhu Jingjing, Wang Zihan... Forget about Liang Sirui. Showing it off in front of her seems a bit ostentatious.
The more I thought about it, the more exciting it became. How could this one-time show-off be enough? When Zhuang Yu'an's company goes public, she'll show off again—the boss of a public company! She'll give me a shoulder and leg massage, and even a foot massage!
The wonderful novel has come true, I, Zuo Xiaoke, have really made it!
She watched the video over and over again, picked out the highlights, added background music, fancy words, and emojis, and cut it into a 30-second short video. When she put down her phone contentedly, Zhuang Yu'an still hadn't come down from upstairs.
She used her walker to go to the bathroom. When she came back, Zhuang Yu'an had finally returned to the living room. Zuo Xiao turned her head to check the clock. It was almost half past eight.
"There's one last service." She was helped to sit on the sofa and asked with a smile, "What talents do you have?"
The other party hesitated for a moment and said, "Does playing the piano count?"
"Yeah, just a little bit ordinary. Are there any other?" She gave examples, "Like b-boxing, freestyle, swallowing fists, etc."
He shook his head.
"Okay, then play a song for me. Can you sing while you play?"
"I'm... tone-deaf. Can you just play instead of singing?"
“…Alright.”
Their eyes met, and the other person awkwardly looked away. "The piano is on the third floor. Shall I take you up?"
"Yes." Zuo Xiao opened her arms generously. Zhuang Yuan understood, took two steps forward, and silently picked her up.
Zuo Xiao raised her lips and smiled, hooked her hands around his neck, and stared at his face unscrupulously. Seeing his eyes tremble, he turned his head away as if stabbed.
"You won't take revenge on me in the future, will you?" she asked with a smile.
"Why do you want revenge?" He blushed and looked straight ahead.
"I asked you to massage my shoulders and legs, don't you feel offended?"
"No," he said. "I was wrong before, and I should apologize to you."
Well, this honest man is hopeless! Fortunately, she has a high bottom line. If she were to replace him with someone who has no bottom line, wouldn't he have to pay a lot of money?
Zhuang Yu'an carried her into the study and placed her on the sofa. After a while, he brought a chair from outside and placed her right foot on it.
He sat down at the piano: "Is there any song you want to hear?"
Zuo Xiao thought for a moment and said, "Flight of the Bumblebee."
Zhuang Yuan paused, looking embarrassed. "The last time I played this piece was almost twenty years ago. It might take a few days of practice to play it now... Can we play another one?"
"Then... on the moon?"
"……Won't."
"I can't do this or that... Never mind, just play what you want."
Zhuang Yu'an nodded, turned his gaze to the piano keys, and after a moment, gently placed his hands on them.
Soothing notes flowed out like water, and Zuo Xiao almost immediately recognized what he was playing.
It's the love song for the male and female protagonists in the movie "La La Land," called "Mia & Sebastian's Theme." He chose this piece specifically, so it's hard to say he wasn't using the music to convey his feelings.
Alas, poor guy.
The song was less than two minutes long, and before Zuo Xiao could even get enough of it, it ended. Zhuang Yu'an put his hands down and looked at her in silence and concentration.
"Let's sing another song." She said with a smile.
The taciturn man nodded, pondered for a moment, and raised his hands again.
Oh my goodness, "Love Song 1990"...
Zuo Xiao's gaze fell on his profile. He had a buzz cut, his features completely exposed from the top of his forehead to the corner of his jaw, revealing his chiseled features. The lines prominently protruded at his brow bone, then suddenly receded before piercing straight out again.
If this sharp feeling were maintained throughout, it would be easy to depict, but it instead curves gently at the tip of the nose, creating an indescribably calm and gentle arc with a subtle dullness. This feeling extends to the jaw, where it then resumes its sharpness, creating a hard, broken line from the jaw base to the mandibular angle and condyle.
Zuo Xiao's throat moved slightly.
Suddenly she wanted to tease him, to tease him, and even better, to make him cry. To see this man, as stupid and hard as a rock in the mountains, going crazy for her.
But forget it.
First, she has no shortage of men now; second, he is old-fashioned and boring, not her type; third, he is still a virgin at his age, and it would be bad if he doesn't do well in sex, but if she sleeps with him, she is afraid that he will be relied on by her.
In the end, he was still Xiao Jinghao's good brother. Breaking up in the future would be very troublesome, so he couldn't just do it for the sake of a momentary pleasure...
In short, whether you play with him or sleep with him, the disadvantages outweigh the advantages and there will be endless troubles.
Before they knew it, the song was over. Zhuang Yu'an paused for a moment, turned his head, and cast a calm gaze at her again.
Zuo Xiao met those deep, abyssal eyes and raised his eyebrows, "Besides love, you can't play anything else?"
Zhuang Yu'an was startled for a moment, then belatedly realized what he had done, a hint of embarrassment in his eyes. He pursed his lips, thought for a moment, and then struck the piano again.
Zuo Xiao listened attentively. After a moment, he bit his lower lip, his shoulders shaking.
He played "On the Shores of Lake Baikal".
While pondering it, I couldn't help but feel a little confused: Did he do it on purpose?
No. He was so dumb and cowardly, how could he have been so brazen as to use music to express his feelings even though she had already warned him?
Perhaps he only remembered the name and melody of the song and didn't pay too much attention to the lyrics. After all, people who are tone-deaf may not be in the habit of humming in their heads while playing.
Ignoring external factors and judging objectively, Zhuang Yu'an actually played quite well. In Zuo Xiao's opinion, whether it's piano, guitar, or any other instrument, pitch accuracy is secondary; what's more important is the unique rhythm formed by the balance of lightness and heaviness, as well as the emotions and feelings conveyed. This is why, even among top-tier pianists, different people can produce completely different listening experiences when playing the same piece.
Three times the limit. When the last note faded into the air, Zuo Xiao smiled slightly and said, "That's it."
Zhuang Yu'an was silent. After a long pause, he said, "Do you forgive me?"
What a fool! Zuo Xiao smiled and said, "Why, do you think the task is too easy?"
"No." He lowered his eyes and said in a deep voice, "In fact, you can ask for more. After all, what I did to you before was indeed excessive."
"That's right..." Zuo Xiao snorted. "You even said my novels are garbage and rubbish. Not everyone can tolerate such criticism."
The other person's expression suddenly froze, and the fingers of his hand on his knees slightly tightened.
"I'm sorry," he said earnestly. "I take it back. You wrote very well."
Zuo Xiao was stunned. Suddenly, a thought flashed through his mind, and it was as if the blood in his body solidified, and he froze.
"Did you look carefully?" she asked in disbelief.
He pursed his lips tightly, a look of embarrassment between his brows. Suddenly, something in Zuo Xiao's heart collapsed, and his head buzzed.
She had never imagined Zhuang Yu'an would read her novel. After all, he was a straight man, a self-proclaimed pretentious snob with refined tastes. How could he possibly condescend to read a women's romance novel? So, when he belittled her in the cafe, she had assumed he'd just skimmed through it, like a keyboard warrior online who could lash out at a stranger for three days and three nights at a single keyword.
But unexpectedly, he actually read it carefully and said, "It's well written"?!
She felt so ashamed that she felt like she had swallowed a lump of red-hot charcoal, her whole body burning from the inside out. This feeling was even more embarrassing than lying dead in the middle of the street!
After all, when you take off your clothes, all you see is your skin. But when someone you know reads your novel while you're naked, it's your mind that's being watched!
You know, she really lets herself go in her novels...
For example, the first novel tells the story of a mind-reading shrine maiden who travels to the modern era. She rises from a down-on-her-luck gangster to a powerful tycoon, gradually becoming the powerful, behind-the-scenes ruler of an East Asian nation, trampling countless men under her feet along the way. Next, she aims to conquer the world and redefine the rules!
In the second book, the heroine is an original musician who, through her exceptional talent, charisma, and ruthless tactics, has risen to prominence, becoming a rising star in the Chinese pop music scene. However, this isn't the end of the world; her dream is to save the declining rock music scene and bring the fringe back to the mainstream.
Zuo Xiao was well aware that she used writing novels as a stress reliever and a stimulant. Countless plots, both childish and melodramatic, filled her stories, not so delicately enveloping her hidden desires and fantasies, creating a spiritual climax. Not to mention her unrestrained use of both sexual and sexual content: when content wouldn't pass muster, she replaced it with stream-of-consciousness writing and emoticons. This resulted in her writing being not only explicit but also revealing her personal quirks...
It was okay for Zhuang Jing to see the hidden desires and quirks hidden between the lines. After all, she was a simple-minded, harmless little cutie, and a girl. She trusted her not to make malicious interpretations or shameless associations, not to scrutinize or ridicule her, and certainly not to threaten her.
But Zhuang Yu'an was different! He was a man, and although he was more honest and dull than the average man, he was still a potentially threatening member of the opposite sex! Being seen through by him was shameful enough, not to mention that he possessed the power to threaten and harm her!
Shame, fear, suspicion, anxiety, all merged into a stream of angry magma. Zuo Xiao glared at him and asked:
"Why do you want to read my novel?"
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