Now that they've all been reborn, who wouldn't be living life to the fullest?

After receiving Su Yifeng's instructions, Li Jiaying had some reservations, but she still immediately contacted Mu Yurou.

On the other end of the phone, Mu Yurou hesitated noticeably when she heard "stress-relieving massage parlor," her voice filled with wariness and unease:

"Jiaying...do we really have to go there? Can't we...go somewhere else?"

Following Su Yifeng's instructions, Li Jiaying spoke in a naive yet slightly envious tone:

"Sister Yurou, you're overthinking it! That senior is a very nice person, he's just a bit protective of his privacy. Don't worry, I would never harm you."

Mu Yurou remained silent for a few seconds, the pressure from her grandmother to pay the medical bills weighing heavily on her heart.

She finally gritted her teeth, her voice weak but firm: "Okay... I'll be there promptly at 2 PM tomorrow."

……

The next day at 1:50 PM.

Mu Yurou stood in front of the grand entrance of the "Stress Relief Massage Club," which made her feel incredibly stressed, her palms covered in cold sweat.

She took several deep breaths before mustering the courage to go inside.

Guided by the waiter, she arrived at the door of room 808.

After hesitating for a long time, she gently knocked on the door.

The door was quickly opened, and Su Yifeng appeared in the doorway wearing a loose bathrobe.

He sized up Mu Yurou in front of him.

She was dressed simply today, in a plain white T-shirt and faded jeans, but that couldn't hide her elegant and refined appearance and gentle temperament.

Her face showed obvious tension and a hint of weariness, which made her look quite endearing.

"Come in." Su Yifeng stepped aside to let her in and casually closed the door.

The room was large and luxuriously decorated, with a spacious massage bed in the center that stood out, and a faint aromatherapy scent permeated the air.

Mu Yurou stood awkwardly in the middle of the room, unsure of what to do with her hands and feet.

"Hello... Senior." She lowered her head, her voice so soft it was almost inaudible.

Su Yifeng walked to the sofa and sat down, looking at her leisurely: "Li Jiaying told you everything, right? I need someone to relax. Five hundred per time, cash on delivery."

Mu Yurou suddenly looked up, a glimmer of hope flashing in her eyes, but it was quickly overwhelmed by shame.

Five hundred per time! This is far beyond the scope of ordinary part-time jobs!

She understood what this meant.

"If..." Su Yifeng paused, looking at her, "If you and your sister are together, it'll be two thousand each time."

"No!" Mu Yurou blurted out. She couldn't let her younger sister Xueqing get involved in this kind of thing!

"It's...it's just me! Senior, I can manage on my own!"

"But I need some money right now."

Su Yifeng seemed to have anticipated her answer and wasn't surprised. He asked calmly, "How much do you need?"

"Fifty...fifty thousand." Mu Yurou's voice trembled.

"Sure," Su Yifeng readily nodded. "I can give you an advance."

As he spoke, he picked up a briefcase next to him, took out ten bundles of brand-new hundred-yuan bills, and casually placed them on the coffee table.

Mu Yurou's eyes widened instantly as she looked at the ten stacks of money: "Senior, this...this is 100,000? I only need 50,000..."

Su Yifeng looked at her, his tone calm:

"Take it. Doesn't Grandma need nutritional supplements after the surgery? Doesn't she need follow-up rehabilitation? Is 50,000 enough? Consider this money as my advance payment for the massage."

Mu Yurou looked at the extra 50,000 yuan, her lips moved a few times, but in the end she couldn't bring herself to refuse.

Grandma definitely needs better care... She looked away with difficulty, her voice choked with emotion: "Thank you... thank you, senior... I will pay you back as soon as possible..."

"We'll talk about repayment later."

Su Yifeng stood up and pointed to the bathroom in the corner of the room: "Go change in there first, the clothes are ready. When you're done, help me take off my clothes."

Mu Yurou followed his finger and saw a black and white maid outfit hanging on the hook in the bathroom!

Her face instantly turned red and white.

Do I have to change into these clothes again? And... help him take his clothes off?

"What? You don't want to?" Su Yifeng's voice was calm as he backed down further: "The door is over there, the money is on the table, you choose."

Mu Yurou's body trembled slightly as she glanced at the life-saving 100,000 yuan, then thought of her grandmother suffering in the hospital bed...

Finally, he silently walked to the bathroom, picked up the maid outfit, and closed the door.

After a while, the bathroom door was gently pushed open.

Mu Yurou, dressed as a maid, came out, trembling with embarrassment.

She didn't dare look at Su Yifeng at all, keeping her head down and gripping the hem of her skirt tightly with both hands.

It's just showing a thigh and a little bit of cleavage, right?

It's like they're not wearing anything at all.

Looking at her like this, Su Yifeng thought it was good that she was innocent; he could teach her slowly.

He walked to the massage bed, turned his back to her, opened his arms, and commanded, "Come here and help me take my clothes off."

Mu Yurou walked over tremblingly, her fingers icy cold, and clumsily untied the belt of his bathrobe.

Because she was nervous, she had to try several times before she could untie it.

His bathrobe slipped down, revealing Su Yifeng's muscular upper body.

The strong muscle lines and the aura of masculinity made Mu Yurou's heart skip a beat, her cheeks flushed uncontrollably, and she subconsciously closed her eyes.

"Open your eyes." Su Yifeng lay down on the massage bed, his tone leaving no room for argument: "Look."

He picked up the remote and turned on the TV in the room.

A tutorial video started playing on the screen, showing various standard massage techniques, including pushing, grasping, pressing, and rubbing, explained in great detail.

"Follow along." Su Yifeng closed his eyes: "Start the massage, just massage."

Mu Yurou was stunned.

Just...just a massage? She's even prepared to sacrifice herself...

She looked at the professional massage tutorial on the screen, then at Su Yifeng lying on the bed who seemed genuinely ready to enjoy a massage, and felt a little lost for a moment.

Could it be... that I was really wrong?

A complex mix of emotions, like surviving a catastrophe, welled up inside me, mixed with immense doubt and even a sense of unworthiness.

Are there really no other requirements?

This made Mu Yurou feel that the 100,000 yuan was a bit too hot to handle.

"What are you still standing there for?" Su Yifeng urged.

"Oh... okay, sure."

Mu Yurou shook off the strange thought and quickly responded. She walked to the bedside and, following the actions in the video, awkwardly placed her slightly cold and trembling hand on Su Yifeng's firm back.

Her technique was clumsy, but the feeling of those soft little hands touching the skin was quite nice.

Su Yifeng closed his eyes, enjoying the unfamiliar touch on his back.

Mu Yurou gradually relaxed a little from her initial extreme tension and shame; at least, her senior seemed to genuinely just be enjoying the massage…

……

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