Sheng Sheng's Special Way of Waking Su Bai

Soaking one's feet is an activity that easily lulls one to sleep, especially when two attentive little maids are giving you a massage.

It must be said that even among massages, Senior Zhou Jialu's technique leans more toward the professional side—likely because the instructor who taught her in training was a professional masseuse.

Her massage is somewhat painful, but the pain is followed by a deep sense of relief, as if all the meridians have been unblocked.

In contrast, the Wan sisters' touch is much gentler, purely for entertainment, carrying the innocent charm of the girl next door.

Precisely because of this, the hypnotic effect is even more pronounced.

They had agreed on a half-hour session, but in reality, Su Bai had already drifted off to sleep before the time was up.

He sat sprawled on the sofa, his head nestled in a soft, comfortable pillow.

"Truly... this is an open scheme, an open scheme!"

At the doorway of the master bedroom on the second floor, Chen Yusheng clung to the doorframe, watching the scene below with gritted teeth.

Objectively speaking, Su Bai enjoying such indulgent service wasn’t a bad thing. The problem was that it encroached on her gaming time with him. Originally, Su Bai was supposed to stay up late with her. Should she wake him up now?

It felt like admitting defeat, giving off the impression that "Su Bai’s official girlfriend is being unreasonable."

Wan Xinyan really knew how to play mind games!

A master of harem intrigue, if this were an ancient palace drama, she’d survive at least seven or eight episodes.

Someone as straightforward as Chen Yusheng would probably be executed by the empress in two or three.

As Chen Yusheng muttered to herself, Zhou Jialu passed through the living room, yawning and observing the scene with amusement.

Hmm...

Although the Wan sisters somewhat overlapped with her own role, she had to admit—their service attitude was impeccable.

"Jialu, are you heading to bed?"

"Mhm, soon~"

"Then, could you take a quick photo for us first? It won’t take long."

Zhou Jialu had already applied a face mask and was about to lie down, but taking a photo wouldn’t take much effort.

So she picked up Wan Xinyan’s phone to snap a picture.

Wan Xinyan’s phone was also a new iPhone Su Bai had gotten her.

When it came to small perks like these, Su Bai never missed an opportunity.

Following Wan Xinyan’s request, Zhou Jialu aimed the phone.

The photo captured the sisters massaging Su Bai’s feet.

The focus was on the two girls, with Su Bai only providing a pair of legs in the frame—his sleep pants rolled up halfway.

Zhou Jialu couldn’t help but wonder.

What exactly was this photo for?

Posting it on social media? That seemed a bit... kinky.

She couldn’t resist asking Wan Xinyan.

"Hehe, we just successfully cosplayed as foot massage technicians, so we wanted to post it and have some fun~"

Wan Xinyan wore a proud expression.

But it was actually a calculated move.

She and her sister never hid their devotion to Su Bai.

As a result, the two beauties’ reputation at school had recently plummeted.

Before, boys would frequently try to flirt with them—now, far fewer dared.

If they acted so subservient to Su Bai, any guy still simping for them would just look like a clown.

That was the reality.

And exactly the effect Wan Xinyan wanted—to deter unwanted attention.

A typical gold-digger would avoid letting others think they’d been "claimed" by Su Bai, preserving their innocent image... in other words, keeping a backup plan.

But cutting off all escape routes was the ultimate declaration of loyalty to Su Bai.

Su Bai adored loyal women.

He had no patience for wishy-washy mind games.

Zhou Jialu soon caught on.

After taking the photo, she smirked. "So you’re tying yourselves to him completely, huh? Aren’t you afraid he’ll change his mind?"

"Not at all! Su Bai is the best~ Besides, Senior, aren’t you the same?"

Wan Xinyan’s tone carried implication.

Zhou Jialu smiled faintly.

The air thickened with subtle tension.

From her hiding spot on the second floor, Chen Yusheng shivered.

Wuwu... this made her even more afraid to wake Su Bai now.

The competition around a high-quality man was truly fierce.

Once the Wan sisters cleaned up after the foot soak, Zhou Jialu draped a small blanket over Su Bai.

His half-reclined position was comfortable enough to sleep in overnight—just needed a little cover to avoid catching a chill.

At least, that was Zhou Jialu’s reasoning.

In reality, there was no risk of that. His enhanced body boasted terrifying immunity to all illnesses...

Then Zhou Jialu headed upstairs to sleep. Her room was right by the staircase, not far from Su Bai’s master bedroom, so she immediately spotted Chen Yusheng still clinging to the doorframe.

Adorably sneaky, like a little cat.

"Yusheng, still awake?"

"Ah? Yeah, I like staying up late... um..."

Chen Yusheng stammered, wanting to ask something but struggling to phrase it.

Outside of writing papers or academic presentations, her articulation often failed her... Well, except when alone with Su Bai—then she became a chatterbox, though coherence went out the window. Pure stream-of-consciousness rambling.

Luckily, Zhou Jialu was perceptive. She blinked, then leaned in to whisper by Chen Yusheng’s ear:

"Does Yusheng still want more time with Su Bai?"

"...Mhm, Senior, you’re amazing. How’d you guess?"

"Hehe, just put myself in your shoes. We’re all in the honeymoon phase with him—I often wish for more time together too."

Zhou Jialu’s eyes glazed over with infatuation.

She meant every word. Initially, she’d thought a husband just needed wealth and kindness.

But Su Bai was irresistible in every other way too—handsome, cheerful, and an athletic prodigy.

Zhou Jialu had fallen hard.

So she completely understood Chen Yusheng’s feelings.

The Wan sisters’ scheme might’ve worked, but Zhou Jialu and Yusheng were allies—both from the Goddess Dorm!

"I have a plan."

Zhou Jialu’s voice dropped lower, her whisper devilishly tempting.

Chen Yusheng’s face instantly flushed crimson, from cheeks to earlobes.

"Senior... would that really work...?"

"Of course! I’ve tried it. Once during a nap, I woke up before him and... well, let’s just say my silver tongue... Ahem. For men, this method of waking up is like an emperor’s treat. He’d love it—why wouldn’t it work?!"

Giggling playfully, Zhou Jialu nudged Chen Yusheng downstairs to give it a try.

Then she retreated to her room—no point spectating and making Yusheng shy.