Chapter 607 - 244: So, My Technique’s Pretty Good, Huh?
Chapter 607: Chapter 244: So, My Technique’s Pretty Good, Huh?
Her tone held real discomfort, but also the playful pout of someone who knew she was adored—like a cat that had finally found its person and was now righteously demanding to be petted.
Shen Yuan’s arms tightened around her in an instant.
The warm, soft body in his arms molded perfectly against his own. The girl’s faint complaint struck a chord deep in his heart, blossoming into pure, unadulterated tenderness.
"You silly girl. How did you manage to get sore just from lying down?"
Though his words were teasing, the arm wrapped around her had already slid silently downward.
His broad, warm palm came to rest precisely on her aching lower back, its heat penetrating the soft fabric of her knit dress.
Applying just the right amount of pressure, the pads of his fingers traced the inward curve of her waist, beginning to knead in slow, steady circles.
His initial movements were exploratory, but he quickly found the small, tight knot of muscle. His touch then grew more confident and gentle.
The pressure was just right, dispelling the ache with a reassuring steadiness.
"Right here?"
The warmth of Shen Yuan’s palm seeped through the fabric, soothing her aching muscles.
Li Zhi let out a soft hum of pleasure, like a cat being stroked into a state of pure bliss. Her entire body seemed to melt even further into his embrace, and her small chin unconsciously nuzzled the crook of his neck.
"...Mmm."
The muffled, breathy sound that escaped her throat was filled with the satisfaction of being soothed and a contented languor, as if this were the most natural thing in the world.
Feeling the warm, soft weight of her completely relaxed body, Shen Yuan eased the pressure of his fingers, his movements shifting from a therapeutic kneading to a more tender caress.
His gaze swept over her half-closed eyelids, and a deeper desire began to stir within him.
Shen Yuan whispered to the girl in his arms.
"Li Bao," he said, pressing his palm gently against her lower back, "sitting up like this... isn’t nearly as comfortable as lying down."
The long lashes of the girl in his arms fluttered. She slowly opened her eyes, her misty gaze tinged with confusion as she looked up at him.
Shen Yuan lowered his head and nuzzled her temple affectionately. His deep, coaxing voice whispered in her ear, "Why don’t you lie down? I’ll give you a proper massage and work all this soreness out of your back."
Li Zhi’s heart skipped a beat, as if his breath had tickled it directly.
The blush on her cheeks hadn’t faded, and now a fresh wave of shyness washed over them.
’To be held in his arms like this, hearing him suggest I lie down in that deep, seductive voice...’
"...Y-You can just keep massaging like this..."
She grumbled, trying to maintain the status quo. But her body betrayed her, unconsciously snuggling closer as if trying to find a better angle.
"Don’t be silly."
Shen Yuan chuckled, and she could feel the vibrations rumble through his chest.
With his free hand, he tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear. His gaze was focused, holding an undeniable persistence.
"I can’t apply proper pressure unless you lie down. If I don’t work this knot out, you’ll just be sore again later."
His voice was soothing, but it also held a hint of hidden anticipation. "Just lie down right here, okay? Hmm?"
Li Zhi looked up and met his deep, mesmerizing gaze.
Biting her lower lip, she finally gave a barely perceptible nod and a muffled, "Mmm..." through her nose.
Then, as if remembering something, she quickly added, "And you’re not... not allowed to try anything..."
Her voice was so soft that it sounded less like a warning and more like a bashful plea.
"Okayyy~ I promise to be nothing but a professional masseuse."
Shen Yuan suppressed a laugh. His tone was perfectly serious, but his eyes shone a little brighter.
Li Zhi watched his "perfect gentleman" act and let out a nearly inaudible huff.
With a slight, stubborn pout, she turned her cheek to the pillow and took a breath as if steeling herself.
Under the lamplight, the girl’s body curved gracefully as she gently lowered herself onto the soft bedding, lying prone.
She rested her cheek on her folded arms, her black hair cascading like a waterfall over her shoulders and onto the sheets.
The cream-colored knit miniskirt clung to her slender waist and the supple curve of her spine. Her legs were encased in white tights, and her small, pointed feet were held ramrod straight at the edge of the bed, betraying a hint of her otherwise imperceptible tension and shyness.
Shen Yuan couldn’t tear his eyes away from the sight before him.
As Li Zhi settled into her prone position, the weight of her body pressed the soft, cream-colored knit skirt against her, faithfully tracing the slender, exquisite lines of her waist.
Her waistline was like a meticulously sculpted crescent moon, giving way to a sudden, full curve below.
The full, rounded contour, visible even through three not-so-thick layers of fabric, presented itself to his eyes, soft and clear in its utter defenselessness.
The light seemed to flow over her undulating curves. As light and shadow played across her form, a breathtaking allure silently filled the air.
But what completely captivated him were her legs, stretched out and held together, entirely encased in pure white, cable-knit tights.
Starting from the hem of her skirt, the smooth lines of her legs stretched downward.
The waist beneath his fingertips was warm and soft, but every curve in his field of vision was a challenge to his crumbling self-control.
Shen Yuan took a deep breath.
The scene before him was fatally alluring. The girl’s prone form unreservedly displayed the smooth lines of her back.
He forced himself to focus his gaze on the one area that needed his attention—the spot she had complained was aching.
He knelt on the bed, steadying himself. His warm palm gently settled once more on the tense edge of her waist.