"Young Master, please lie down."
Lu Yan's voice pulled her back from her thoughts.
Qian Renxue did as he said and lay down on the specially made lounge chair, watching him skillfully take out and light the Calming Incense.
A complicated, unreadable glint flashed through her eyes, but by the time Lu Yan turned around, they had returned to calm.
"I've been handling matters lately, and my shoulders are a little sore."
Qian Renxue spoke casually, her eyes narrowing slightly as she adjusted herself into a more relaxed position on the chair.
"Help me massage them."
Lu Yan was taken aback, seemingly surprised by the request.
But he did not ask further. He walked behind the lounge chair and slowly extended his hands.
The distance between them instantly closed.
Qian Renxue could even clearly smell the crisp, cool scent emanating from him, like a forest after the rain.
Clean, pure, and pleasant.
The next moment, warm fingertips gently landed on her shoulders.
Qian Renxue's entire body tensed ever so slightly.
This was not an unavoidable collision in battle.
This was direct skin-to-skin contact while she was fully awake.
Especially since she was wearing an off-the-shoulder Battle Dress today.
His fingertips rested against her skin without any barrier, and the sensation was so distinct that her heart skipped a beat.
"Young Master, I've never specifically learned massage techniques."
Lu Yan's voice came from above her, calm and unruffled.
As though she was the only one whose heart had stirred with strange ripples.
"It's fine."
Qian Renxue forced herself to relax, her tone indifferent.
"Just massage them however you like."
Lu Yan's fingertips began to apply pressure, neither too light nor too heavy, just right.
Qian Renxue's skin was exquisite, like the finest Mutton Fat Jade—smooth, delicate, and wonderfully soft to the