Chapter 16, Sixteenth Beam of Light: "Take off your shirt." [...]
Song Xingyun clutched her aching forehead, unable to utter a single word of rebuttal, and was momentarily at a loss as to how to proceed with what she had originally planned to do.
Yu Mushang seemed unconcerned about the collision, making Song Xingyun wonder if he was used to it...
As her mind raced with chaotic thoughts, the man spoke up and asked, "Assistant Song, where do you plan to start? Where should I be positioned?"
Song Xingyun then dared to look around. This was the first time she had ever entered a boy's room. The room had a minimalist, gray-toned style, a restrained and austere feel, just like him.
But, stepping into the boss's room like this, wasn't it a bit ambiguous? Song Xingyun opened her mouth and said, "The bed..." but stopped herself in time after saying just one word, "The sofa over there! Whichever one is more insistent."
hard?
She nearly bit off her own tongue after she finished speaking.
Fortunately, Yu Mushang didn't seem to react, and it seemed that only Song Xingyun was thinking the wrong thing.
Song Xingyun decided in her heart to read less of the novels Wen Ying recommended when she had nothing to do, otherwise, she would become warped and everything she read would be warped. (╥_╥)
It's because she's noticed that, despite not having spent much time with her boss, she's started paying attention to his expressions and emotions. She's genuinely afraid that one day she might have a brain fart and start eyeing him...
Yu Mushang wasn't holding a white cane. He raised his hands and made a groping motion. Song Xingyun interrupted her random thoughts and instinctively rushed forward.
Just as she was about to help him up, she remembered what Ying Qi had reminded her of, and she paused, deciding to ask first, "Should I take your hand? Or should I help you with your cane?"
She had assumed that Yu Mushang would choose the second option directly, but to her surprise, his large hands simply fell down and rested on her forearm without saying a word.
The warmth of his palm pressed against the delicate skin of her forearm, gradually spreading to her fingertips, as if a weak electric current was flowing through her, causing a tingling sensation that made her fingers curl up almost imperceptibly.
Because of his sudden touch, Song Xingyun's forearm, which was half-raised, sank slightly. She immediately steadied herself and raised it back to the appropriate height.
Seeing that he didn't look disgusted, Song Xingyun breathed a sigh of relief, thinking to herself, "I can't possibly mess up even this small thing, otherwise I'm afraid I'll be kicked out of the room by the boss before I even get a chance to show off my skills..."
She's definitely going to take the massage tonight!
This was the first time Song Xingyun had led Yu Mushang forward like this. She would look up at his face to check on his condition, and then look down at their feet, worried that they might trip over each other because they weren't familiar with the process. She was very concerned the whole way.
Yu Mushang could feel the cautiousness of the people around him, and the slight wrinkles between his brows began to slowly smooth out. In fact, he knew this room better than anyone else, but that one moment of weakness made him choose to be willful.
The two walked for a while, covering a distance of just a few meters, and finally arrived at the sofa. Song Xingyun's gaze drifted to the large bed not far away, before finally landing on the sofa. She bent down and reached out to touch the texture of the sofa; it was indeed a firm one, and it felt like genuine leather.
"This is the perfect spot."
Yu Mushang sat down immediately after hearing what she said, but Song Xingyun's next words made him feel extremely uncomfortable.
"Boss, take off your shirt."
Song Xingyun remained calm after speaking, but the man was clearly moved. "Take it off? To what extent?"
His question made Song Xingyun start to sweat. She hadn't initially thought anything of it, but now her thoughts were wandering again. She couldn't help but swallow hard, "Naked...to the extent of nakedness..."
Song Xingyun! I never knew you were such a lecherous woman! Don't overthink it, just treat him like a piece of meat on a chopping board! She roared inwardly.
Yu Mushang's expression became uneasy. Indeed, at this moment he regretted agreeing to Song Xingyun's "physical therapy" and letting her into his room.
Song Xingyun quickly explained, "It's fine to be shirtless. This way... it'll be easier for me to find the acupoints. Don't overthink it, it's just necessary for the massage..."
After hearing that, Yu Mushang's focus shifted elsewhere. "Does Assistant Song really only know a little bit? You seem very skilled at asking people to take off their clothes. Who else have you asked to take off their clothes?"
He doesn't think painting requires knowledge of massage, so who was she learning it for...?
Song Xingyun's throat tightened slightly at his question. She hadn't expected to think of Song Huazhang at this moment, but she saw no need to hide it. "My father."
Yu Mushang concealed the frustration that almost showed on his face, "He..."
Thinking that Yu Mushang hadn't recognized her, he naturally wouldn't know about her father's current situation, so Song Xingyun interrupted him and said directly, "He has passed away."
Yu Mushang's lips tightened instantly. "I'm sorry."
Song Xingyun was somewhat surprised to hear his apology. "It's alright." What she was worried about now was whether she would keep thinking of Song Huazhang while massaging Yu Mushang. She couldn't cry…
It is said that the passing of a loved one is the most devastating blow to a person's life, and this was true for Song Xingyun as well. She appeared carefree on the surface, but she hid her sensitivity and vulnerability very well. She had promised Song Huazhang and him that she would always face life with a positive and optimistic attitude, and she could not break her promise.
After this little incident, Yu Mushang actually cooperated. When Song Xingyun's gaze refocused, the man had already decisively untied the belt of his bathrobe, and the muscular body she had once seen was presented to her again, instantly chasing away her sadness.
This man knows how to distract himself; he succeeded.
Song Xingyun instinctively covered her eyes. "Why didn't you give me a heads-up... Don't worry, I've covered my eyes now, I didn't peek."
Yu Mushang's lips curled slightly. "Block? Assistant Song has seen it before, didn't he look at it quite carefully last time?"
Song Xingyun: ...
She was hit by the boomerang, but stubbornly insisted, "I've almost forgotten it all."
She thought to herself that Yu Mushang should stop talking about this topic, otherwise she would definitely take advantage of it. But who would have thought that this man was really difficult to deal with tonight? "Assistant Song's memory is so bad, it won't do."
Song Xingyun immediately withdrew her hand. "I don't have a photographic memory, but if I review it a few more times, I'm sure I can remember it."
After she finished speaking, she openly admired the "scenery" in front of her, as if afraid that Yu Mushang would not know, and did not forget to report, "Boss, you have a great figure! I've finished reviewing."
Yu Mushang: ...
I really lost to her.
He closed his eyes helplessly and slumped onto the sofa. "Let's begin, Assistant Song. If you keep looking around, I'll charge you."
Song Xingyun could be shameless, but she couldn't tolerate flaunting her wealth! Although she knew that it would be difficult for Yu Mushang to notice if she glanced at him a few more times, she still behaved herself. Recalling the long page of medical instructions, techniques, and locations that Ying Qi had shown her, her hand directly and precisely touched the man's lower back.
She instantly felt her subordinate tremble, her eyes filled with worry, "Does it hurt?"
Yu Mushang, his forehead pressed against his arm, face down, shook his head. "Continue."
Song Xingyun was puzzled. Her gaze, which was about to be withdrawn, suddenly stopped. It stopped at the tips of his red ears. Was he shy?
With this understanding, Song Xingyun hesitated to take action.
Yu Mushang, who was engrossed in his work, could hear his own heartbeat clearly. The longer Song Xingyun remained silent, the more nervous he became. Once a person has a premonition, they begin to look forward to it.
Finally, Song Xingyun made her second move, this time massaging without stopping.
Yu Mushang's heart gradually calmed down, and the soreness in her waist was replaced by heat. She had to admit that she did know a little bit about it.
However, it can easily distract one's mind.
Throughout the process, seeing that he didn't call for a stop, Song Xingyun became confident, "Hey, the boss is really lucky to have hired a genius."
Yu Mushang smiled faintly where she couldn't see him. "Is this some kind of self-promotion?"
Song Xingyun accidentally hit him a little too hard, and the man let out a muffled groan. "Is Assistant Song getting revenge?"
She was almost finished when she was suddenly accused of this "crime," feeling like all her previous efforts had been in vain. "I didn't dare, please don't wrong me."
Yu Mushang, however, continued to say to himself, "It seems Assistant Song likes to hear nice things."
Song Xingyun had never heard him say anything nice about her before, so she became shameless and said, "I like it, huh? I've been working so hard, can't you say a few nice words to me, boss?"
Yu Mushang: ...
How could I forget that she's the best at taking advantage of others' opinions, but he's the best at undermining them? "I won't say."
Song Xingyun scoffed, "Fine, don't tell me then, I..."
Before she could finish speaking, the man uttered four dry words, "You're pretty good."
Yes, he's also the best at contradicting himself.
Song Xingyun thought she had misheard. Just then, she finished the last massage. She took the bathrobe from the side of the sofa and covered his bare back with it. She then squatted down by the sofa, facing the direction of his head. "I didn't hear you clearly. What did you praise me for?"
Hearing her voice so close, and seeing the barely noticeable fabric covering her body, Yu Mushang turned to face her. "Is it over?"
To keep her balance, Song Xingyun leaned forward slightly when she squatted down, without leaving enough space between them if he turned his head.
Now, she's not the only one who's frozen in place.
As Yu Mushang asked his question, his nose brushed against hers, and Song Xingyun subconsciously pursed her lips and pulled back.
But when I lowered my eyes, what I saw was a heart-stopping sight: long eyelashes, the tip of his nose, the cupid's bow... it was all that person.
"Hmm..." Song Xingyun responded to his question, and she planned to retreat little by little.
Yu Mushang rested his head on one of his arms. "What ambushed me?"
He wasn't sure.
Retreat was of utmost urgency, and Song Xingyun acted on this thought.
But the man's other free hand, which was hanging over the edge of the sofa, reacted extremely quickly and gently pinched the back of her neck, pulling her back, and the two immediately returned to their original distance.
Song Xingyun felt as if her heart was about to stop beating, and she couldn't speak.
Yu Mushang parted his lips slightly and asked her in a low voice, "Why are you running?"
A note from the author:
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My next book is "Burning Summer Night," a story of childhood sweethearts with mutual unrequited love. Please add it to your favorites!
[A proud, stubborn, cat-like female academic genius x a possessive, hypocritical, wolf-like male academic genius]
When the results were released at the start of the senior year, Jiang Zhixia, clutching her second-place ranking in the grade, cornered Shen Jiran in a corner of the stands on the playground. "It's all your fault for handing in your paper early and distracting me!"
The boy, whose face was usually stern and unsmiling, was now smiling at her with a light laugh. "But that doesn't mean you have to pin me against the wall just because of that, does it?"
Jiang Zhixia nervously withdrew her hand, "Don't talk nonsense and change the subject!"
Shen Jiran took the report card from her hand. "You're not as good as others, so you blame my exam habits?"
This is the 999th time Jiang Zhixia has sworn to strangle Shen Jiran.
She reached out with both hands to choke him, but instead ended up wrapping her arms around his neck...
Passing students covered their eyes, becoming walking megaphones, shouting, "The top two students in the grade are fighting again!"
-
Shen Jiran, known to outsiders as "Shen the Ice Cube," is a famously aloof beauty at No. 1 High School, an object of admiration for many students. Jiang Zhixia has only one word to describe her: "Pretentious!"
Everyone at No. 1 Middle School knows that Jiang Zhixia and Shen Jiran are mortal enemies, but they don't know that their "war" started in the delivery room.
The Jiang and Chen families have consecutive house numbers, and the two have been rivals since childhood.
He snatched her little red flower, and she drew a turtle on his school uniform.
She used his math Olympiad trophy as a flowerpot, and he used her award certificate to cover his instant noodles.
He reported her for altering his school uniform, and she immediately pulled out her phone to take irrefutable photos as evidence that he had climbed over the wall to buy milk tea...
Jiang Zhixia's memo is full of Shen Jiran's "crimes"!
Until one day, her phone accidentally connected to the Bluetooth printer in his bedroom, and he inadvertently read the hidden memo filled with secret crushes...
Shen Jiran bit her cheek and chuckled, "Written less than me, bad review."
-
The moonlight shone brightly outside the music room window. Inside, Jiang Zhixia was pinned between the piano benches by him, the piano keys behind her making a "thump" sound. "Want to continue?"
Jiang Zhixia forced herself to remain calm, "Let's compete! Why wouldn't we compete!"
The next second, Shen Jiran's breath brushed against her already burning earlobe, followed by his low, coaxing voice, "Let's not compete anymore, how about we start a relationship?"
*Childhood sweethearts who secretly love each other. After the male lead discovers that the female lead also likes him, he spoils her rotten.
*Two academic geniuses, two virgins, two first loves, both striving to reach the top together—a sweet and inspiring slice-of-life story.
*No intimate scenes depicting minors (accidental encounters do not count).
*The screen recording of the text was saved on March 8, 2025.
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