The warmth passed through his fingertips seemed to carry some kind of magic.
That was [Causality Therapy (Master Level)] at work.
In this LOFT apartment—not exactly ultra-luxurious, but already a mansion in Li Xingya's eyes—Su Bai's technique was more professional and gentler than that of top-tier therapists who charged thousands per hour.
Li Xingya lay face-down on the soft bed, feeling as if her body had been taken apart and reassembled. The tingling sensation rising from deep in her bones left her without even the strength to move a finger.
"Mm..."
She bit her lip, trying to suppress the embarrassing sounds in her throat, but her eyes had already turned hazy like a pool of spring water.
Was this... what it felt like to be pampered?
In her daze, a rather improper thought suddenly surfaced in Li Xingya's mind:
Wasn't this the kind of bliss only Yu Sheng's master should have enjoyed?
When that cool, outstanding Chen Yusheng—invincible in the world of code—was alone with Su Bai, did she also melt into a puddle like this, letting him do as he pleased?
That thrilling sense of overstepping, mixed with her attachment to Su Bai, somehow made her body even more sensitive.
If the massage was the same one her master got...
Then would what came next also be the same as Teacher Chen's?
At that thought, Li Xingya felt the blood rush to her face. The tangled anticipation and nervousness made her tense body completely lower its defenses under a strange kind of psychological suggestion.
After all, Chen Yusheng was the kind of genius she deeply admired, while Su Bai was practically the template for Li Xingya's dream man. Put the two together...
It was simply too dreamy.
"What are you thinking about? Why is your face so red?"
Su