The young women knew their limits. Though ripples stirred in their hearts, none of them dared act out of line, and each diligently carried out her duties.
Soaking in the warm water, Song Qingshu felt his entire body relax. The weariness of his recent travels seemed to be washed away by the heat.
"Would this servant massage Master's shoulders?" Plum Sword's gentle voice came from behind him.
Song Qingshu's first instinct was to refuse, but when he noticed the worry in her expression, he suddenly understood. With their master having changed so abruptly, these former attendants of the Palace Mistress were anxious and utterly insecure about the future.
He nodded slightly and did not reject Plum Sword's goodwill. Song Qingshu also wanted the young women to settle down, lest their wild thoughts lead to trouble later.
Seeing that her master had agreed, a faint blush and delight flashed across Plum Sword's face. She carefully stepped forward, but the moment her fingers touched his skin, she jumped in fright. "Are men's bodies all this hot?"
"What is it?" Song Qingshu asked in confusion. He wondered why she had frozen there as though her acupoints had been sealed, and thought something might have gone wrong in her cultivation before.
"Nothing... nothing." Plum Sword blushed and hurriedly composed herself, then began kneading his shoulders gently.
Feeling the young woman's slender fingers, Song Qingshu could not help letting out a soft breath. These ancient nobles truly lived in decadent luxury. No wonder so many modern people fantasized about traveling back to ancient times to become wastrel young masters. Having a pretty little maid attend to him really did feel rather nice—and he had four such lovely maids.
More than an hour passed like this, and Song Qingshu enjoyed it so much that he did