"Massage?" The butler frowned.
He was just about to say.
This is impossible. The young master doesn't let anyone touch him.
But suddenly he thought of how the young master was held in Shen Zhiyi's arms just now, and left her alone in the room... The words got stuck in his throat and he didn't say them.
"Yes, massage." Shen Zhiyi nodded.
"I just checked. His muscles are not necrotic or atrophied."
"So there might be psychological reasons for the lack of consciousness."
"I heard that he was injured because he resisted women, so simply accepting women's touch again might greatly relieve his symptoms."
She smiled, "I've learned muscle relaxation therapy and I'm confident I can help clear his meridians and restore some feeling in his legs."
The butler was a little excited.
But after a while, his expression became gloomy again.
"Even if you really have a way, it's useless." He sat down opposite Shen Zhiyi and sighed, "The young master won't even let you go upstairs."
Shen Zhiyi turned his head and looked in the direction of the upstairs.
"Then find a way to get him down."
"Or..." She turned her head, a smile on her lips, "Let him take the initiative to ask me to come up."
*
Early the next morning.
As usual, the housekeeper brought breakfast to the second floor.
Fu Yinzhou wakes up very early and usually has no appetite, so his breakfast is always simple.
But this time, there was an extra serving of sweet soup.
Fu Yinzhou was not interested and, as usual, only tasted a little of each dish.
"You won't have to prepare so much in the future."
He opened the lid of the sweet soup and put a spoon in to stir it. "What a waste of food."
"Okay, Master."
The butler looked at him lovingly.
Who would have thought that a young master with such a violent and extreme temper likes to eat sweets?
But, the young master was restrained.
Even if it's sweets, I only eat a little at a time.
So apart from him, not many people knew this little secret.
Fu Yinzhou took a sip of the soup.
The spoon rested on his lips.
He swallowed the soup, raised his eyelids, and glanced at the butler indifferently.
The butler immediately looked away.
"This crystal chandelier seems to have not been cleaned for a while. Sigh, I need to find someone to clean it..."
He muttered to himself.
Fu Yinzhou lowered his head and took another quick sip.
When the butler turned around, Fu Yinzhou had already picked up the handkerchief and was slowly wiping his mouth.
The butler went to serve the dishes.
His eyes fixed on the empty soup bowl, his pupils trembling.
Master...drank it all?!
He was holding the plate, staring blankly, and almost lost his balance when he walked.
"Wait." Fu Yinzhou suddenly called him.
The butler turned around.
Fu Yinzhou shifted his gaze to the wall clock and said calmly, "I just made some sweet soup. I'll send another one this afternoon."
The butler's pupils gradually dilated.
He lowered his eyes and looked at the empty bowl on the plate.
Suppressing his excitement, he raised his head and said with regret: "I forgot to tell you, Master, this soup was made by Shen Zhiyi for fun. I accidentally took the wrong one just now..."
"She was afraid you'd be angry, so she said she'd never go into the kitchen again."
What does that woman do?
Fu Yinzhou was stunned for a moment, frowning, "Then let her go into the kitchen and make another one."
"Master," the housekeeper said in embarrassment, "although you agreed to let her enter the kitchen, Shen Zhiyi said that she didn't make this soup yet."
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