0084 Spring Outing (Part 4) [H]
"Oh, right!" Shufu suddenly remembered the orchid girl. "You took the place of the orchid girl who was supposed to massage me. Where is she now?"
"...Well, I used a little trick to get her to take a nap first, so she won't suspect anything when she wakes up."
"Won't her health be damaged?"
Zhan Yaoguang nodded affirmatively.
Shufu finally felt relieved.
After a while, she blinked and slowly turned to him: "There's one more thing."
"Hmm?" Zhan Yaoguang looked up at her.
"My back is so sore right now. You got that sister away. What am I supposed to do now?" she said quietly.
Zhan Yaoguang stood up, walked to the sandalwood table, and tapped the box on the table with her fingers: "I didn't bring this to show off. The things inside were prepared by that Hu woman sister. I've seen them. They're very similar to the things we use to soothe our skin. I also know a little massage... Why don't I give you a massage?"
Seeing that Shu Fu nodded hesitantly, Zhan Yaoguang was afraid that she would change her mind, so he quickly dragged a small stool to her low couch and said: "Then don't move. Tell me if it hurts."
Shufu responded and gradually closed her eyes.
Zhan Yaoguang gazed at the girl lying on the couch. The silk robe covering her body was like a veil of moonlight borrowed from the sky. The slender and exquisite female body was covered, with only her neck, wrists, and calves showing a few jade-colored spots. He was somewhat distracted by her appearance and didn't know where to begin.
After thinking for a long time, the young man took out a jar of jasmine juice soaked in honey from the box, poured out a few drops, rubbed them in his palm to warm them, and then slowly applied them to her lower back.
Being in the same room with him, Shu Fu felt extremely relaxed. She instinctively felt her waist being covered, and a little warm, fragrant liquid soaked through her silk clothes and spread across her body. Then, the pressure gently rolled along her skin, kneading away the sour and astringent feeling.
"Ah." Shu Fu exclaimed in surprise, then came to her senses and subconsciously glanced at Zhan Yaoguang. His face was normal, but the tips of his ears were completely red.
“I’m sorry,” she apologized softly, “I didn’t mean to shout.”
"...It's okay, massages always make noise, I won't find it strange."
As Zhan Yaoguang spoke, she added in her mind: "But I've only massaged a few brothers and sisters in the clan before. As soon as he touches them, they start howling and screaming. They're not nearly as moving as she is."
Shu Fu was slightly comforted, but still silently pursed her lips.
The boy's palms were very warm. He gently rubbed and pressed along the meridians, creating a warm patch.
Through the fabric, she couldn't clearly feel the lines on his palm, but she could vaguely sketch a outline in her mind.
He knelt beside her, his wrists together, palms pressed against the center of her spine, and exerted a slight downward force, the tension spreading to both sides. The stiffness and soreness from riding a horse lessened considerably, followed by a delicate, tingling sensation.
Shufu rubbed her cheek against the soft pillow, squinting her eyes in comfort.
Zhan Yaoguang lingered and kneaded the slenderest part of her waist for a while, and seeing that she had relaxed her body and looked relaxed and at ease, he decided to move his hand up a little further.
He glanced at the jasmine water in the box and thought that it was too cumbersome to only pour out a little bit each time.
After pondering for a while, he picked up the porcelain jar from the box, tilted his wrist, and poured the fragrant liquid inside down the girl's concave spine.
Shu Fu felt a chill run down her spine. This time, she didn't cry out, but a muffled voice came from the crook of her arm: "What are you doing?"
The jasmine scent diffused only a tiny fraction, mild and delicate. The boy's eyes shimmered, his eyelashes fluttered, and instead of answering directly, he asked, "Does your shoulder hurt?"
Shufu was led astray by him and did not continue to ask questions, only nodding in affirmation.
The next instant, Zhan Yaoguang used his palm to force the warm liquid accumulated in his waist upwards to both sides of his sphenoid bone, and then kneaded and melted it away.
The silk robe was thin and smooth; once soaked in the fragrant liquid, it almost turned into a soft, white mist after the rain, within which the skin felt as cool as glazed porcelain.
But his palms were unusually hot at that moment, a stark contrast to hers, and the jasmine juice was now burning hot.
His strength was skillful yet resilient, which initially soothed her muscles, but he was so hot that even the coolest glazed porcelain would feel warm from his touch, let alone a living, breathing person.
Before long, Shu Fu gradually stopped feeling the soreness and pain in her limbs, and instead felt a warm, cozy heat.
She started to feel hot, and Zhan Yaoguang naturally noticed it as well.
He looked up at her and suddenly called out to her, "Afu."
Shu Fu opened her eyes and looked at him, and heard him say, "You're blushing."
Shu Fu was startled and hadn't reacted yet, so she subconsciously glared at her.
Zhan Yaoguang was not deterred. Instead, she pinched her arm and said, "It should be better in the back now. Turn around."
However, the back of her outer garment was completely soaked, so she had to take it off first before she could lie down on the couch.
Shu Fu's cheeks flushed red. She turned her face away and quickly tore off her damp coat, crumpled it into a messy ball, and hurriedly stuffed it under the soft pillow.
The inner garment had two drawstrings, one behind the neck and one behind the waist. It was made of the same soft, thin silk as the outer garment, and was intended for use after a fragrant bath to cool off. But at this moment, it looked like it covered almost nothing, with two tender nipples peeking out from under the silk.
Zhan Yaoguang saw it almost immediately; though not intentionally, it was certainly eye-catching.
He looked away and quickly turned his back. Although he made a gesture to pick up the porcelain jar, his heart was already in turmoil. His fingertips were itchy, and he had to twist them several times to suppress the subtle impulse. It was a very conspicuous small white porcelain jar, and he took a long time to take it out of the box.
"What should we do now?" Shufu asked, her eyes shifting to him.
"I haven't massaged the shoulders, arms, and sternum yet..." Zhan Yaoguang counted very seriously, then turned her head to look at her. "I might run into you... so you're asking me this, are you trying to get rid of me?"
He spoke as if he was letting her refuse at will, but in reality he secretly took his other hand and wrapped it around the rope around her waist, pulling it lightly twice as if pleading.
Although she couldn't feel it, she vaguely felt a slight itch on her side and her bones felt a little soft. Since she had never intended to drive him away, even if she guessed that his intentions were somewhat impure, she didn't want to refuse at all. She immediately raised her head and said, "No, I didn't."
———
Okay, saving this up might make it more coherent, but please interact with me a lot ω
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com