Ji Ting stayed still, looking at him in confusion.
Poor Academician Ji had spent his twenty-odd years immersed in research and had no idea there was a kind of fun called role-playing.
"Ji Yanzhi, you're the one giving me a massage?"
Ji Yanzhi leaned down and looked into his eyes. "That's right, Mr. Ji. I'm your personal masseur for the day."
"That's fine..." Ji Ting frowned slightly and asked, "But do you know how to give a massage?"
Ji Yanzhi huffed. "What's so hard about a massage? Just tell me wherever you're uncomfortable."
"But massage isn't as simple as pressing wherever it hurts. You need professional knowledge, too." Ji Ting raised a hand and pointed at his shoulder. "For example, what pressure point is this?"
Ji Yanzhi was stumped, but he quickly found a way out. "I don't do traditional Chinese massage. I learned Thai massage."
"Thai massage..." That fell outside Ji Ting's knowledge. He nodded slightly. "Oh, I see."
Seeing that he'd convinced him, Ji Yanzhi continued, "Thai massage really depends on cooperation. Try not to move while I'm working, and just tell me if anything feels uncomfortable."
Ji Ting nodded obediently. "All right."
"Take your clothes off. I'll go warm the oil first." Ji Yanzhi turned away, finally allowing the smile he'd been suppressing to spread across his face.
Ji Ting sat on the edge of the bed, took off his shirt and shorts, folded them onto the stool beside him, then pulled the thin blanket over himself.
Meanwhile, Ji Yanzhi was frowning at a row of candles. He'd been a germaphobe before and had never had this sort of massage. To keep Ji Ting fooled, he'd hastily watched a few videos for a crash course while changing his clothes.
He remembered that all those videos had aromatherapy