Chapter 267 Extra: Tan Cheng x Cen Wenxing (19)
Alice took Cen Wenxing to find the masseur.
The technology is excellent, but the process is also very complicated.
The first treatment will take a week.
Aside from giving him one massage, someone had to apply lotion and oil to him and give him a simple massage every night this week.
This means that Cen Wenxing has a week-long relaxing vacation and will have to stay here.
Alice was in a real bind.
She had just started dating a younger man, and they were deeply in love. She had to accompany Cen Wenxing to his treatments every week, and by the time she got home, it was too late.
Alice was in a terrible predicament when she "coincidentally" ran into Tan Cheng.
Alice then took Tan Cheng to the small garden.
Cen Wenxing is reading the news on his tablet.
The divorce proceedings in the public office were rather unsightly.
Gong Qu and his wife then engaged in a public feud on social media.
Alice: "Star, look who I just bumped into by the lake?"
Cen Wenxing glanced at Tan Cheng, then at Alice, before turning his gaze back to the news.
"If you want to stay with your boyfriend, then go."
Alice left happily.
Cen Wenxing: "Have you studied it? I think he's put together quite a few things."
The masseuse was very particular, and there were some things that Cen Wenxing felt were unnecessary, but the masseuse insisted on doing them.
Cen Wenxing once suspected that he wanted to charge more money.
Tan Cheng said he had learned it.
That evening, Cen Wenxing discovered that Tan Cheng had not lied.
He could handle all those bottles and jars, and he gave very meticulous massages, kneading from the fingertips to the fingertips and back again, without neglecting the arms.
Cen Wenxing was getting impatient, so Tan Cheng tried to coax him.
It should be "coax".
The voice was low and a little strained.
It's precisely because the sound is cold that it doesn't sound like a coaxing voice; it sounds more like a cold, programmed voice.
This soothing massage lasts for a long time.
Cen Wenxing was so sleepy he kept yawning, and even the movie playing on the TV in front of him couldn't keep him awake. His eyelids were drooping, and he almost fell asleep several times. When he opened his eyes, he could see Tan Cheng massaging him.
There was a faint scent of essential oils in the air.
Cen Wenxing struggled, but Tan Cheng gently pressed his hand down.
"Don't move around, it'll be over soon."
"If Alice isn't willing to do it, why are you rushing to do it? Are you stupid?"
"I want to see you." Tan Cheng paused. "Your hands are also very important."
Tan Cheng: "The doctor told me that your hand problem is more serious than that of the average violinist."
Cen Wenxing closed his eyes.
One minute on stage requires ten years of practice off stage.
It's not just the hands, but also the arms, shoulders, and even the spine; there are problems to varying degrees.
Otherwise, we wouldn't have left him here for a week during the first phase of care.
"Xingxing, could you practice less in the future?"
Cen Wenxing did not answer, but relaxed and left everything to Tan Cheng.
When he opened his eyes, Tan Cheng wasn't beside him. He was covered with a blanket, and the bed was set down. The curtains were thoughtfully drawn.
Cen Wenxing opened the curtains, and sunlight streamed onto most of the bed.
After he finished washing up and went outside, he heard the servants complaining. A Chinese man barged into the kitchen, saying that the person he liked didn't like the breakfast they prepared and was cooking it himself.
Cen Wenxing went over to take a look and saw that it was none other than Tan Cheng.
Such a tall person wearing a checkered apron looked a bit awkward.
Cen Wenxing turned his head and glanced at the breakfast that Tan Cheng had made.
It is his preferred Chinese breakfast.
However, it looks terrible.
It looks disgusting.
Cen Wenxing chose a Western-style breakfast.
Tan Cheng finished making the noodles, and as he turned around, he saw Cen Wenxing leaning against the dining table, eating a sandwich and chatting and laughing with the servants. Suddenly, the noodles in his hand became too hot to handle.
Tan Cheng silently put down his bowl, and just as he was about to eat it himself, a pair of chopsticks reached into the bowl and took away two noodles.
Tan Cheng stared blankly as Cen Wenxing stuffed the noodles into his mouth.
Cen Wenxing finished eating and put down his chopsticks.
"Don't you even taste it after you've finished making it?"
Tan Cheng took a bite.
It's a bit salty.
I don't know why it's also a bit bitter.
This is not a presentable bowl of noodles.
Tan Cheng silently pulled the bowl closer to himself.
Cen Wenxing: "Do you remember the first time I cooked for you?"
"Um."
It's very salty.
It was also on that occasion that he learned Cen Wenxing couldn't cook.
So that he won't have to do it anymore.
"You're so infuriating! I put the salt shaker inside the food and had to add a lot of water to dissolve it before I could put it in."
“You didn’t say that; I thought you were just not very good at it.”
“Now that I’ve told you, and I have reasonable suspicion that you’re using this bowl of noodles, report me.”
"I don't."
"Then you should eat it all."
Tan Cheng actually sat down, picked up a large mouthful of noodles, and stuffed it into his mouth.
Cen Wenxing watched him finish eating calmly without saying a word.
The masseur's second massage expanded from his hands to his entire body, and his arms and elbows were a little sore during the massage. The masseur said that if Tan Cheng hadn't given him a thorough massage the night before, he would be in even more pain today.
That's what they say.
But it still hurts.
Even after the massage, the pain lingered, making Cen Wenxing very irritable all day.
When Tan Cheng massaged him that evening, he was even less patient than the night before.
Tan Cheng was clumsy at coaxing people, and Cen Wenxing said irritably, "Who taught you to coax people like this?"
Tan Cheng honestly replied, "Online video."
Cen Wenxing's joke.
The irritability in my heart inexplicably dissipated, and I even felt like laughing.
Tan Cheng transforms into an emotionless reading machine.
"How to be a good boyfriend, 100 things a considerate boyfriend should do. If you do these things, your girlfriend will definitely not be able to live without you..."
Cen Wenxing tried to hold back his laughter, but couldn't.
"Why don't you just memorize pi and listen to it?"
Tan Chengzhen started memorizing.
Cen Wenxing laughed so hard he was shaking.
Tan Cheng looked at him with a puzzled expression, his eyes asking, "Should I still memorize it?"
That's even funnier.
Cen Wenxing slowly wiped the smile off her face and stared intently at him.
Silence breeds ambiguity, stirring up endless itch in the heart.
"Shall we make a bet?"
"What are we betting on?"
"I bet you won't dare kiss me right now."
Tan Cheng's breathing suddenly became heavy, and he almost immediately bent down to kiss him.
Cen Wenxing waited quietly, and said a second before it was pasted.
"Your hand hurts, why did you stop?"
Tan Cheng paused for a moment, then stepped back and continued massaging him.
He spoke in a low voice, sounding somewhat frustrated and a little aggrieved.
"I dare not."
Cen Wenxing's lips curled up slightly.
"I won."
"Um."
"Be gentle." (Referring to a massage.)
"Can't."
"What if we were in bed, and I wanted you to be gentler?"
Tan Cheng froze, almost instantly straightening his back and looking at him.
Adam's apple bobbed.
Dry mouth and throat.
He honestly replied, "I don't know."
Cen Wenxing closed his eyes, abruptly ending the conversation, just as suddenly as when it was first brought up.
Tan Cheng focused on giving him a massage.
The movements are gentle and slow, making people unconsciously relax their whole body and mind.
Effort can be tiring.
It's been a tiring journey.
Especially when your hands hurt, you can really feel the fatigue.
Simplicity and gentleness are captivating.
He needs a reliable haven.
“I just won the bet,” Cen Wenxing suddenly said.
Tan Cheng looked up.
Cen Wenxing closed his eyes, as if he were asleep.
"Do you want to steal a kiss from me while I'm asleep?"
The hand massage stopped.
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