"What bad intentions could Jiajia possibly have? Jiajia just wants to give Brother Zhou a massage. You must be exhausted from helping Grandfather Qu with his treatment lately."
Jiajia's hands rested on Zhou Yi's shoulders, then slowly slid down.
A tingling sensation spread through Zhou Yi's body.
Jiajia's hands were beautiful—slender and delicate, like jade.
When her fingers brushed over his well-defined chest muscles, she couldn't help but swallow hard.
Zhou Yi looked tall and lean, yet his physique was surprisingly toned, with noticeable muscles!
Zhou Yi gripped her wrist and said calmly, "I’m not used to being touched."
077: "Woman, you're playing with fire!"
Jiajia perched herself on his lap, wrapping her arms around his neck. She tilted her head, gazing at him like a mischievous yet irresistibly alluring enchantress.
Zhou Yi tried to pull her away but found himself unable to.
The slightest tug left faint red marks on Jiajia's wrist—she was as delicate as if made of water.
Pouting, she feigned hurt, "Brother Zhou, it hurts."
Zhou Yi had no choice but to relent, letting her stay seated on his lap.
"Get down, Jiajia. This isn’t appropriate. What if you get hurt?"
His voice carried helplessness, but no trace of disgust.
Jiajia squirmed slightly, causing Zhou Yi’s face to flush. His voice turned husky as he warned, "Stop moving."
She poked his muscles, her eyes gleaming.
"This is nice. Brother Zhou even has abs!"
"Is that the point...?"
"Oh, no no no, the point is that I’m giving you a massage."
"No need, really."
"Then how about you massage me instead?"
"I don’t know how."
"You’ll learn. It’s easy—I’ll teach you."
Jiajia got up from his lap and tugged him toward the daybed in the room.
With a playful push, she sent Zhou Yi tumbling onto it.
He looked like a helpless monk captured by a seductive fox spirit.
Jiajia pinned him down and began unbuttoning his shirt under the guise of giving him a massage.
"Wait, Jiajia—Jiajia, don’t do this."
"Seriously, this isn’t right."
"Jiajia..."
"Are you really just massaging me?"
Watching his resistance crumble into resignation, Jiajia giggled. Her eyes sparkled with feigned innocence as she nodded.
"Mhm, that’s all. My technique is great—you’ll see."
By now, Zhou Yi’s shirt was thoroughly rumpled.
"Your shirt’s all wrinkled now. Just take it off, Brother Zhou."
Jiajia’s eyes shone with anticipation.
Zhou Yi rubbed his nose. "What am I supposed to wear tomorrow? I can’t walk around shirtless—how would that look?"
"Don’t worry, I’ll have someone buy you new clothes right away."
"Now take it off and let me massage you."
Jiajia walked to the table, picked up her phone, and made a call.
When she turned back, Zhou Yi had already removed his shirt and was waiting.
The moment she saw him, her lips parted slightly.
Damn, that inverted triangle physique...
Those pecs...
Those abs...
That V-line...
Her gaze clung to him like glue.
Zhou Yi cleared his throat. "Jiajia, what are you staring at?"
She walked over and pressed him down onto the daybed. "Nothing. Lie on your stomach—I’ll start with your shoulders."
To Zhou Yi’s surprise, Jiajia actually began massaging him properly.
Her technique was impressive—she claimed to have learned it from an old Chinese medicine practitioner.
"How does it feel? Good?"
"Yeah, pretty good."
"Want me to go harder?"
"This pressure is fine."
"Then you’ll do the same for me later, okay? Think you’ve got the hang of it?"
Zhou Yi smirked. So that’s why she was being so well-behaved—her real goal was to get a massage herself.
He turned his head slightly, hesitating. "I only know the basics. What if I hurt you? Maybe we should skip it."
Jiajia pouted. "No way! You promised. Now it’s your turn."
She pulled him up and took his place on the daybed.
She kept her clothes on, knowing Zhou Yi would refuse otherwise.
Lying there obediently, she looked like a little rabbit waiting for its owner’s touch.
Zhou Yi couldn’t help but chuckle. He ruffled her hair. "Alright, alright, I’ll do it."
His movements were clumsy as he worked on her shoulders.
"Is this pressure okay?"
"Mmm..."
Jiajia let out a soft, satisfied moan—deliberately teasing him.
The sound was undeniably suggestive.
Zhou Yi paused. "What’s wrong?"
Jiajia suddenly sat up and loosened her collar.
"I’m feeling a little hot, Brother Zhou."
"Then maybe we should call it a night. You take the bed—I’ll sleep here."
Jiajia wrapped her arms around his waist. "Nooo, stay with me. Otherwise, I won’t sleep."
Zhou Yi frowned but stayed silent.
She shook his arm, her voice sweet and coaxing.
"Please? We’ll just lie together—nothing else. Wasn’t I well-behaved during the massage?"
Her earlier restraint had all been to lower his guard.
Finally, Zhou Yi relented. "Fine, but only until you fall asleep."
Jiajia stretched out her arms. "Then carry me to bed. I don’t want to put on shoes."
She hadn’t forgotten how Zhou Yi had once carried Xie Tingwan.
Zhou Yi scooped her up in a princess carry, and Jiajia nuzzled against him contentedly.
After placing her on the bed, he tucked the blanket around her and sat stiffly at the edge.
Jiajia patted the space beside her. "Lie down, Brother Zhou."
"I’ll just sit here until you sleep."
"But the blanket’s so cold. Come warm it up for me."
"If you’re cold, I’ll turn on the AC."
As he started to rise, Jiajia swiftly looped her arms around his neck and yanked him down.
Their positions turned intimate—Jiajia beneath him, Zhou Yi hovering above, their eyes locked as tension simmered between them.
Jiajia’s eyes were mesmerizing—clear and bright, yet brimming with temptation when she smiled at him.
She traced a finger over his lips, her voice dripping with allure.
"Brother Zhou, have you ever shared a bed with a woman before?"
"No."
077: "Tch."
Seizing his momentary distraction, Jiajia pulled him closer until their lips met.
She teased his lower lip with her tongue before deepening the kiss.
Her hands slid from his neck into his hair.
Zhou Yi’s gaze darkened. "Don’t tempt me, Jiajia."
She arched a brow. "What if I insist?"
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