Must give a five-star review

Zhao Xiaolan knelt beside Su Yang's right side, rubbing her palms together to warm them before naturally lifting his arm onto her lap.

Su Yang was momentarily puzzled, thinking to himself, Huh? What's this about?

But seeing nothing unusual about Zhao Xiaolan's demeanor, he didn't comment further. Who would refuse such a thing? He simply closed his eyes and enjoyed it.

Zhao Xiaolan smiled faintly, exhaling lightly onto her palms before rolling up the sleeve of Su Yang's bathrobe to his shoulder.

Then, with nimble fingers, she began kneading and pressing along his right arm in rhythmic motions, each movement precisely easing the tension in his muscles.

As she worked, she remarked with slight surprise, "Mr. Su, your arm muscles are really well-developed."

Su Yang chuckled. "No need for formalities like 'Mr.'—it feels awkward. Just relax."

"Alright~ With muscles like these, you must work out often, right?"

Su Yang nodded. "Yeah, I like to train in my free time."

"No wonder! These muscles are seriously impressive~" Zhao Xiaolan unconsciously swallowed as she spoke.

Su Yang smirked silently.

[Ding! Detecting the host's current state of relaxation and enjoyment. Reward: 800,000.]

As the massage continued, the fragrance of the essential oil in Zhao Xiaolan's hands grew stronger.

Su Yang sniffed and commented, "This oil smells nice."

"Right? It's specially made for our spa—you can't buy it elsewhere. Plus, it's infused with natural herbal extracts and ingredients that help balance hormones, soothe emotions, and boost energy."

Su Yang laughed. "How long did it take you to memorize that script?"

"Took me... Hey! You're so mean! I was seriously explaining it to you." Zhao Xiaolan pinched his arm playfully in protest.

Su Yang grinned. "Alright, go on. I won’t interrupt."

Zhao Xiaolan blinked and resumed her work. After finishing his right arm, she adjusted her posture to massage his shoulders, chest, and stomach.

Due to the positioning and areas she worked on, she had to press close to Su Yang.

Between the scent of the oil and the dim lighting, the atmosphere grew subtly intimate.

Zhao Xiaolan leaned in, occasionally exhaling softly near his ear—whether intentionally or not, it felt like she was testing boundaries.

Su Yang was fully aware. A man and woman alone in a room, this close—anyone would understand the implications.

If both were willing, they could easily take things elsewhere, but Su Yang wasn’t here alone. He tried to rein in his restless thoughts.

Hold it together! This isn’t the place! Wasn’t this supposed to be a legit massage? What’s with these tactics?

His mind raced, but his expression remained calm, unmoved by Zhao Xiaolan’s teasing.

She, however, paid no mind to his thoughts and continued her routine.

For a while, neither spoke.

A few minutes later, as Zhao Xiaolan reached his abdomen, she gasped in surprise. "Mr. Su, you even have abs?"

Without waiting for a reply, she lightly lifted his bathrobe, revealing perfectly defined muscles.

Covering her mouth with both hands, she looked both shy and excited.

Su Yang casually pulled his robe back down. "Alright, enough looking. Keep going."

"Oh, right~ Mr. Su, your physique is amazing. You’ve got the best body I’ve ever seen in real life."

"Really?"

"Honestly! I’ve only seen bodies like yours on TV—usually athletes or actors. Most people are either overweight or skinny."

Su Yang rested his hands behind his head and laughed. "Plenty of people look like this. You just don’t meet them often."

"Well, today I got to see it up close. Even better than on screen."

"You flatter me."

Zhao Xiaolan smiled and resumed the massage.

Su Yang closed his eyes, making small talk to distract himself. If he lost control now, things could get messy.

If I were alone, who knows what might’ve happened...

Soon, the session ended.

Zhao Xiaolan slipped her shoes back on and packed up her wooden case.

Su Yang lay on the bed, exhaling contentedly. What a great place! A full-body massage—nice.

Once she finished organizing her bottles and tools, Zhao Xiaolan turned to him. "Mr. Su, that concludes today’s service. Someone might come by later for feedback—if possible, could you give me a five-star rating?"

Su Yang grinned. "Absolutely. Five stars, no question."

"Great! Thanks so much~" With that, she picked up her case and left.

Alone again, Su Yang checked the time on his phone. Liu Bo and the others were probably still in their sessions.

He lit a cigarette, but after two puffs, another knock came at the door.

"Come in," Su Yang called, eyes still on his phone.

The door opened, revealing an elegant woman in a qipao holding a tablet.

Su Yang looked up, stunned. Damn, she’s gorgeous too!

—System, what’s her rating? Just the looks.

[83]

—No kidding. A small massage place with this many beauties scoring over 80? No wonder it’s the second biggest attraction here after the hot springs.

—Wait, scratch that. It’s the top attraction.

"Sir, I’m from Tranquil Pavilion. Were you satisfied with your service today?"

Su Yang nodded. "Very much."

"Wonderful. Could you spare a minute to leave a quick review?"

"Sure, hand it over."

She approached with a smile, passing him the tablet.

Su Yang skimmed the options, typed a brief comment, and tapped the five-star rating.

"Thank you for your time. Enjoy your stay at Crescent Bay Resort."

"You’re welcome. Thanks."

Once she left, Su Yang stubbed out his cigarette, stretched, and grabbed his phone.

Stepping into the lobby, he spotted Meng Wenzhou already waiting on the couch.

"Done already? How was it?" Meng Wenzhou asked, waving him over.

Su Yang sat beside him. "Pretty good. Better than most spas out there."

"Thought so too."

"So what exactly do they do there?" Su Yang asked Meng Wenzhou with a grin.

Meng Wenzhou glanced around before winking at Su Yang. "You know how it is."

"What do you mean, 'I know'? I don’t. Spill it."

"Honestly, it’s just the usual routine, but their technique is way better than the places outside."

"Get to the point."

"Well, the key is in the name of my project—'External Adjustment, Internal Sculpting.' Read between the lines."

Su Yang furrowed his brow slightly. "Hide-and-seek?"

Meng Wenzhou laughed. "No way! This place is legit, and even if it weren’t, I wouldn’t have time for that."

"But..." Meng Wenzhou paused for a second, then lowered his voice. "Even though it’s all aboveboard, there’s always room for... flexibility. Nothing over the line, just skirting the edges of what’s acceptable. You get what I mean—use your imagination."

Su Yang’s eyes widened. "Damn, you’re something else!"