Massage shouldn't go on nonstop; timing mattered too! Generally, keeping it to around half an hour to forty-five minutes was best. That made a person feel comfortable and allowed the muscles and other tissues to relax properly.
Of course, those time limits did not apply to Chen Mo. His body, muscles, and everything else were several times stronger than an ordinary person's, if not more. Even several hours of massage would not affect him, though the young girl massaging him would probably collapse from exhaustion!
Chen Mo closed his eyes, waved a hand, and said, "All right, you can stop now!"
"Yes!" the girl answered obediently, then prepared to stand and quietly withdraw.
"Wait. Let's chat for a while," Chen Mo said.
"Yes, Your Highness!" The girl found it rather strange. This Your Highness had never been so easy to talk to before. Yet his tone seemed somewhat polite today, and she truly was not used to it.
"Tell me, how long have you been here?" Chen Mo asked. He was not worried that the question would cause any misunderstanding. As the master here, asking such a question was simply the privilege of leadership; troops came and went, while the camp remained. It was only natural for a leader not to remember how long every subordinate had been around.
"Your Highness, I have been here for two months!" the girl replied meekly.
"Oh? Still a newcomer, then." Just as Chen Mo had expected, the girls here came and went as well.
"Then how many times have you met me over these past two months?" Chen Mo asked.
The girl found the question strange. Why was he asking that? Still, she had no choice but to answer. "A few times!"
"How many?"
"Three—no, four times!" the girl answered with certainty.