"Yes, President Yuan."
The massage therapist dared not delay and quietly left as instructed.
Still lying face down on the bed, Shen Yi blinked in confusion.
Why... did he just leave?
Yuan Chen had already walked over and picked up the bottle of massage oil the therapist had left behind.
He inspected the label with an impassive expression.
"Don't even think about going for a massage on your own again."
"...What? Did I do something wrong?"
Shen Yi propped himself up on his forearms and turned his head to look at him.
His bare back was still coated in oil, gleaming faintly in the dim light.
But Yuan Chen offered no answer, only a cool glance.
He pressed a hand against the back of Shen Yi's neck, making him lie face down again.
With his face pushed into the soft bedding, Shen Yi's muffled voice emerged. "You mean because I made those noises... Ugh, never mind."
"This was my first time getting this kind of massage!"
A faint scoff came from beside him.
Yuan Chen seemed to be pouring the oil, but Shen Yi could only see the floor, and his confusion deepened.
"What exactly are you going to-ah!"
An icy palm suddenly touched his back, and Shen Yi bit down hard on his lip.
He tried to hold it in, but soft, broken moans still escaped.
"That's the problem."
"Your hands... mm... are so cold."
"Stop squirming. This isn't foreplay."
The face buried in the bedding instantly flushed crimson.
Only then did Shen Yi realize that his reactions really were a little inappropriate.
Yuan Chen said nothing more and simply continued moving his hands.
Compared with the professional therapist, his technique was clearly much less practiced, but his palms were broad and strong enough to apply a firm, substantial