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

Su Yifeng left the hotel and drove straight to the "stress relief massage parlor".

Thinking of Ariel's awkward yet hard-working performance just now, even her fainting at the end was accompanied by a smile, he shook his head.

Tools are fine as long as you're comfortable using them.

After parking the car, he went to room 808 with practiced ease.

Pushing open the door, Mu Yurou was already there.

This industry belongs to Lan Mengqi, so Su Yifeng isn't afraid of anyone harming Mu Yurou.

She was still wearing that black and white maid outfit, standing awkwardly in the center of the room, her hands nervously twisted in front of her, her head down, her cheeks flushed.

Hearing the door open, she visibly trembled, like a startled little rabbit.

"Boss Su... Boss Su." Her voice was weak, with barely concealed nervousness.

Su Yifeng closed the door behind him, his gaze sweeping over her.

The maid outfit fit her perfectly, highlighting her pure and innocent charm with a unique allure.

Beneath the hem of her skirt, her straight, fair legs were slightly pressed together, appearing somewhat stiff.

"You arrived right on time," Su Yifeng said casually, walked to the sofa and sat down, tossing his car keys onto the coffee table with a crisp sound.

Mu Yurou's heart skipped a beat at the sound.

"Let's begin." Su Yifeng didn't say anything more and directly gave the order, "Today, press for a full two hours."

"Two...two hours?" Mu Yurou raised her head, a hint of panic flashing in her beautiful eyes.

Last time it was only an hour, but she felt it was incredibly long and unbearable. This time it's doubled?

"Any objections?"

Su Yifeng raised an eyebrow, his tone revealing neither joy nor anger:

"Or do you still think that 100,000 yuan is only enough to get you to work for one hour each time?"

Mu Yurou immediately lowered her head, daring not to voice any further objections:

"No...no objection. I...I'll begin now."

She walked to the massage bed, looked at Su Yifeng who had already automatically settled down, took a deep breath, and tried hard to recall the massage tutorial videos she had secretly watched online over the past two days.

She placed her trembling little hand on Su Yifeng's strong back.

This time, her technique seemed a little more skilled than before; at least she knew to massage along the lines of the back muscles, although she still couldn't control the force well, sometimes light and sometimes heavy.

Su Yifeng closed his eyes, feeling the pressure coming from his back, and made no comment.

Time passed by, second by second.

Mu Yurou gradually relaxed, then relaxed slightly due to her focus, and then her arms started to ache, and fine beads of sweat appeared on her forehead.

An hour later, her arms were so sore and numb that she could hardly lift them, her movements slowed down, and her strength became lighter and lighter.

"Intensity".

Su Yifeng, with his eyes closed, suddenly spoke, his voice calm but tinged with dissatisfaction.

Mu Yurou was startled and tried to increase the pressure, but the soreness in her arms made her unable to exert any force, and the flesh felt soft and yielding when she pressed on it.

"Boss Su, I'm so sorry, my arm is too weak..." she apologized, her voice trembling with tears, afraid that Su Yifeng would be angry.

Su Yifeng opened his eyes, glanced at her, and saw her pitiful appearance with her face flushed from exhaustion and her eyes filled with tears. He was not angry, but instead a playful smile appeared on his lips.

"Your hands are weak?"

His tone was unreadable, and his gaze shifted downwards, landing on her feet, which were clad in white lace stockings and round-toed leather shoes that matched her maid outfit.

"Then use your feet."

"Huh?" Mu Yurou was completely stunned, her beautiful eyes wide open, thinking she had misheard.

Massage with... feet?!

This...this is even more...shameful than using your hands!

"Do I need to say it again?" Su Yifeng raised an eyebrow, his tone leaving no room for argument.

Looking into his deep and calm eyes, Mu Yurou knew he wasn't joking.

She bit her lower lip, struggled internally for a moment, but ultimately succumbed to reality.

She trembled as she took off her little leather shoes, revealing her feet clad in white lace stockings.

Her feet were delicately shaped; even through the thin socks, their slender contours were visible.

Hmm... they are a very beautiful pair of jade feet.

Those who are foot fetishists will become prison foot fetishists.

Mu Yurou clumsily climbed onto the massage bed, stood beside Su Yifeng, and hesitated, unsure of where to put her feet.

"Would you like to have your back stepped on?" Su Yifeng prompted.

Mu Yurou took a deep breath, as if she had made up her mind, and carefully lifted one foot, gently stepping on Su Yifeng's back.

The texture felt a little strange through the socks.

She dared not exert any force, and could only rely on instinct, carefully moving and pressing her feet back and forth on his back.

Although it lacked any skill, the novel massage method, along with Mu Yurou's ashamed and indignant yet forced to submit appearance, was captivating.

Su Yifeng, on the contrary, found it even more fun.

He could feel the stiffness in her body and the slight trembling in her legs, and this naive reaction pleased him.

"Hmm, you do have some understanding."

Su Yifeng gave a brief comment and closed his eyes again: "Continue."

Receiving this praise, which wasn't exactly a compliment, Mu Yurou felt inexplicably relieved, and even had a slightly imperceptible... strange feeling of being recognized?

She cleared her mind of all distractions, focused her attention, and struggled to maintain her balance as she awkwardly began to work on his back with her lace-stockinged feet.

The remaining hour was spent in this silent and ambiguous atmosphere.

When the clock struck exactly two hours, Mu Yurou almost collapsed off the massage bed, her feet and calves aching and numb.

Su Yifeng sat up, stretched his shoulders and back, and felt much more relaxed.

"Today... the technical support has improved somewhat, that's good."

Su Yifeng gave a rare positive evaluation.

Mu Yurou lowered her head, her cheeks slightly flushed, her heart filled with mixed feelings, unsure whether to be happy or sad.

Su Yifeng took out his wallet, pulled out five hundred-yuan bills, and handed them to her: "This five hundred is your reward."

Mu Yurou stared at the five hundred yuan, paused for a moment, and quickly waved her hand:

"No...no need, Boss Su. I owe you 100,000, but 1,000 has already been deducted this time, so you don't need to pay me back."

Su Yifeng's face darkened, feigning displeasure: "Take it if I give it to you. What, do you think my money is too hot to handle?"

"No! I..."

Mu Yurou was startled by his sudden change in tone. Looking at the five hundred yuan, she didn't know whether to accept it or not, and her eyes welled up with tears again.

Seeing her like this, Su Yifeng softened his tone slightly, but it still carried a hint of assertiveness: "Take it. I don't like being refused."

Mu Yurou bit her lip, hesitated for a long time, and finally reached out with trembling hands, but did not take it all, only taking two bills from the five hundred yuan:

"Thank you... thank you, Boss Su... two hundred... two hundred is enough..."

Su Yifeng found it somewhat amusing to see her so cautiously accepting only two hundred, but he didn't press her further.

It does take patience to corrupt someone's heart; giving too much at once might cause the frightened little rabbit to run away.

He put away the remaining money and looked out the window at the already dark sky.

"Let's go, it's getting late. I'll take you back to school."

Upon hearing this, Mu Yurou looked up at Su Yifeng in surprise, seemingly not expecting him to offer to give her a ride.

"No...no need to trouble Boss Su, I can take the bus home myself..."

"Stop talking nonsense and go change your clothes." Su Yifeng interrupted her directly, his tone leaving no room for refusal.

Mu Yurou didn't dare to say anything more and obediently went to the bathroom to change back into her own clothes.

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