Song Qingshu was taken aback. He had not entertained such thoughts, but since she had taken the initiative, he naturally would not refuse.
"Sure." Song Qingshu sat upright on the couch, leaving ample space behind him and signaling for her to come around.
Chen Yuanyuan regretted speaking up the moment the words left her mouth. But seeing that he had no intention of politely declining, she found him both irritating and amusing. After hesitating for a while, she crawled around the chessboard and knelt behind Song Qingshu to massage him.
When Chen Yuanyuan's fingers touched his shoulders, Song Qingshu felt an electric current course through his body. Every pore seemed to relax in bliss.
Even the masseuses at those high-end clubs in my previous life couldn't compare to this, Song Qingshu marveled inwardly. But he quickly realized that Chen Yuanyuan had once been the most sought-after courtesan in this world. Her status was countless levels above those masseuses, so naturally her skills were superior as well.
"So comfortable..." Song Qingshu closed his eyes involuntarily, relaxing completely as he began enjoying service that not even an emperor could receive.
"If you're tired, Young Master, you can lie down and rest properly," Chen Yuanyuan said. Her soft, sweet voice usually made people's imaginations run wild, yet Song Qingshu felt not the slightest improper desire now. His heart held only the warmth and ease of home.
"Alright." Song Qingshu had indeed been exhausted from running around everywhere over Yue Fei's case these past days.
Receiving his assent, Chen Yuanyuan smiled faintly and gently supported Song Qingshu's head and neck, slowly laying him flat.
Song Qingshu had completely relaxed his muscles, allowing her to position him as she pleased. Suddenly, he noticed that his head had come to rest on something soft yet springy,