The Cricket Gu Yan

After tidying up the dishes, Gu Yan walked into the living room.

There, he saw Leng Qingqiu, who was sitting elegantly on the sofa with her eyes closed. Her hands were gently folded over her lap, and she was dressed in a simple yet body-hugging home outfit that subtly outlined her slender figure. The scene exuded a sense of tranquility and elegance, as if time itself had slowed down and become more delicate in her presence.

*gulp*

Gu Yan couldn't help but swallow hard. He stepped forward and said, "Qingqiu, I'm here."

Leng Qingqiu had been waiting for quite some time.

Although she had been mentally preparing herself since earlier, her heart still raced a little when Gu Yan got closer.

No, no, Leng Qingqiu, you were the one who initiated this, so why are you hesitating now?

Taking a deep breath, Leng Qingqiu calmly picked up a hair tie from the table beside her.

With practiced ease, she tied her loose hair back, revealing her alluringly pale neck and the tender ears that made Gu Yan want to take a nibble.

As Gu Yan approached and stood behind the sofa where Leng Qingqiu was seated, he could almost smell the faint fragrance emanating from her hair.

Is this what it's like to be around a girl? So fragrant all over.

"Let's begin," Leng Qingqiu said, leaning back on the sofa with an expression of utter calm. "Show me if your skills have declined."

It had been quite a while since the last massage, and her body had once again grown sore and fatigued due to late-night studying and all-nighters.

Normally, she could have endured it, even gotten used to it.

But... ever since Gu Yan had massaged her last time, her body seemed to have flipped a switch.

It could no longer handle the wear and tear caused by her all-nighters.

What a disappointing body, it's really affecting my study progress.

Leng Qingqiu thought indignantly.

Of course, asking Gu Yan for a massage wasn't for any other reason. It was just to help her recover and focus better on her studies so she could exact her revenge.

It definitely wasn't because it felt good or anything. After all...

Gu Yan's massage isn't even that comfortable. This time, I absolutely won't lose control like last time.

Leng Qingqiu's mood soured as she recalled the last time she had been massaged into unconsciousness.

Just Gu Yan.

As she was thinking, Gu Yan had already prepared himself. He placed his hands on Leng Qingqiu's shoulders and said, "I'm starting, Qingqiu."

This is rare—Qingqiu actually asked for this herself. I must give it my all!

**God-tier Massage Technique! Activate!**

Leng Qingqiu was about to nod and say "please go ahead," but the next moment...

*zap zap zap!*

It was as if she had been struck by lightning.

A wave of pleasure surged straight to her brain.

Every cell in her body seemed to be dancing joyfully because of Gu Yan's technique.

Leng Qingqiu clenched her teeth, her head slightly tilting back as she was instantly overwhelmed.

Just... just Gu Yan... I won't succumb to such mediocre massage skills...

A few minutes later.

Leng Ling'er had finished her shower and changed into her bunny pajamas. She grabbed some snacks from the fridge and hopped toward the living room, ready to watch TV.

But as soon as she entered, she saw Leng Qingqiu lying on the sofa with her face flushed, her arm covering her eyes. She was slightly panting, her hair damp and sticking to her forehead, as if she had just experienced something extraordinary.

Gu Yan, on the other hand, was wiping his hands with a tissue, which were still a bit damp.

!!!

Leng Ling'er's mind immediately flashed with scenes from the dozens of gigabytes of content she had watched.

No! No way!

Leng Ling'er's mouth fell open as she stared at her older sister in disbelief.

Sis! Are you being this bold?

I thought you were just a diehard tsundere, so I figured you'd never make any progress with Gu Yan.

I was even planning to help you out, but you...

Leng Ling'er took a deep breath, stunned by this sudden revelation.

So this is the so-called "reverse side" of you?

On the surface, you're such a proper older sister, but in reality...

She turned to Gu Yan, her expression one of disbelief. "Just Gu Yan..."

"?"

"Just Gu Yan is unnecessary."

Gu Yan rolled his eyes and sat down on the other sofa. "I was just giving your sister a massage. Don't jump to conclusions."

Massage?

Leng Ling'er blinked, then looked at her sister's current state. No, no, no, this definitely isn't the result of a simple massage, right?

Are you some kind of aphrodisiac chef?

One who can even make clothes disappear?

Seeing Leng Ling'er's expression, Gu Yan shrugged helplessly. "I'm telling the truth. I was planning to do a full-body massage, but..."

His tone was tinged with regret. The full extent of his effort resulted in just a shoulder and neck massage that left Leng Qingqiu begging for mercy.

In no time, she was drenched in sweat, lying on the sofa, refusing to let Gu Yan touch her anymore.

Leng Qingqiu, listening to the conversation between Gu Yan and Leng Ling'er, felt deeply humiliated.

To think I would fall for this again... How infuriating.

But it doesn't matter. This is all your fault, Gu Yan. By helping me recover, I'll be able to better face the challenges ahead.

When I take over the Gu Family, I hope you won't regret today's massage.

As she thought this, Leng Qingqiu couldn't help but let out a sinister chuckle.

"Sis, are you okay?"

Leng Ling'er approached Leng Qingqiu and poked her, only to find that her sister's body was unusually warm.

Huh? That's strange. Usually, Sis's body is cold, but after the massage, did it improve her circulation?

Hearing her sister's words, Leng Qingqiu lowered her arm and smirked dismissively. "It's nothing. Just a simple massage."

As she said this, she tried to stand up, but her legs gave out, and she nearly fell.

Gu Yan, feeling concerned, stood up. "Qingqiu, let me help you..."

I dare not let you touch me again!

"No need!"

Leng Qingqiu immediately snapped. "I can walk by myself!"

With that, she forced herself to stand and headed toward the bathroom. "I'm going to take a shower."

How infuriating. I'm all sweaty now. Speaking of which, did Gu Yan's breathing sound a bit too heavy during the massage?

It felt like he was constantly inhaling something...

With these strange thoughts, Leng Qingqiu left the living room.

Gu Yan, meanwhile, felt a bit disappointed. Ah, I haven't had my fill of Qingqiu energy yet...

Leng Ling'er watched her sister walk unsteadily away.

Her heart stirred, and she tugged at Gu Yan's sleeve, looking up at him with a playful smile. "Brother-in-law, I want a massage too."

Gu Yan looked at her and smiled. "Get lost."

"?"

Leng Ling'er immediately exploded. "What do you mean, you trash Gu Yan?! I'm your sister-in-law, so what's wrong with asking you for a massage?!"

"That's Qingqiu's exclusive massage technique. You little brat can just sit there and pound your fists on yourself."

"Do you know how tiring it is to give a massage?"

Gu Yan sat back down on the sofa, his expression so smug that Leng Ling'er wanted to punch him.

Damn it! My fists are itching!

"I, Leng Ling'er, will remember this humiliation!"

Leng Ling'er shouted loudly before storming off with her snacks.

Gu Yan chuckled lightly. What a little brat.

Oh right, I seem to have forgotten something...

What was it again?

...

...

Outside the Leng Family residence, on the street.

Old Gao sat silently in the car, staring at his phone, deep in thought.

Should I... call Young Master Gu Yan?