The Empress's Whisper, Zhu Zhuyun's Ecstasy!

The newcomer swayed as she walked, her eyes sultry and alluring.

It was Zhu Zhuyun.

Without making a sound, she came up behind Lin Feng.

Over the past few days, she had watched with her own eyes as the Pope of Spirit Hall successfully "rose to the top," becoming the undisputed mistress of the restaurant.

Meanwhile, she and her younger sister had not been summoned to that tempting room for massages in days.

A powerful sense of crisis had already gripped Zhu Zhuyun's heart.

If this continued, forget getting a share of the soup—even getting a whiff of it would be impossible!

She could wait no longer!

She had to speed things up!

Zhu Zhuyun took a deep breath, pressing her voluptuous, soft body against Lin Feng's back.

Warmth seeped through the thin layer of cloth between them.

She extended her boneless little hands and kneaded Lin Feng's shoulders with just the right amount of force. Her breath was fragrant as orchids, and her voice carried a deliberately restrained, coquettish charm.

"Master, is this pressure... comfortable for you?"

Lin Feng closed his eyes, enjoying the perfectly timed service as the corners of his lips curled upward slightly.

"Mm, not bad."

That simple praise delighted Zhu Zhuyun, and her hands worked even harder.

However, the sight landed in Tang Xiao's eyes and dealt another violent blow to the worldview he had only just managed to settle.

His brows twisted into a knot.

How was that girl's behavior a massage?

It was blatant seduction!

From the corner of his eye, Tang Xiao instinctively fixed his gaze on Bibi Dong at the other side of the counter.

He had expected to see a woman's thunderous fury.

Yet there was none.

Bibi Dong merely lifted her eyelids lazily, without so much as a flicker