Chu Lingzhi's face suddenly flushed, as if her thoughts had been exposed. "I wasn't being evasive," she denied.
Nangong Yehen gave her a long look. "You weren't being evasive, just hiding and dodging."
Chu Lingzhi's face grew even hotter. She boldly let her gaze fall on him and changed the subject randomly. "You called me over, but then went off to take a shower yourself. Is this how you treat a guest?"
Nangong Yehen lay on the bed, hands pillowed behind his head, watching her with an indifferent expression. "Why don't you think of yourself as living under someone else's roof?"
Chu Lingzhi smiled faintly. "Young Master Nangong, it seems you were the one who begged me to stay. I can take my son and leave right now. I have a car, a house, and savings—I don't need to live under anyone's roof."
"Stop the nonsense. Come over and give me a massage like last time." His voice was deep and pleasant, but always carried an irresistible authority.
After her massage last time, his old injuries had stopped hurting.
And when he practiced martial arts, he could exert more strength.
Chu Lingzhi glanced at him, feeling that sitting on the bed to massage him would create an awkwardly intimate scene.
So she walked to the balcony and brought over the low chair.
She sat down, grabbed his leg, and bent his knee so it rested on her thigh, making it easier for her to massage.
As she lifted her gaze, she inadvertently caught sight of the area between his legs—
One leg lay flat on the bed, while the other was bent, lifting his bath towel high.
Due to the height of the chair, Chu Lingzhi's line of sight was level with that area.
That one glance revealed everything.
He wasn't wearing any underwear!
Chu Lingzhi wanted to push his leg away and leave.
But on second thought, this was his territory. If he wanted to assault her, running anywhere would be useless.
It was better to pretend she hadn't seen anything and silently continue the massage.
Chu Lingzhi turned slightly to the side, found the right acupoints, and kept her head down, not daring to look at him again as she began massaging.
Why were her ears growing redder even as she stared at the floor?
It felt like a fire was burning beside her, the surrounding temperature rising, even her back was sweating.
Was it just because she'd caught a glimpse of him? And it wasn't even a clear look—why was she blushing?
"Not enough pressure. I can't feel a thing." Nangong Yehen suddenly spoke.
The uneven pressure told him her mind was elsewhere.
"Oh..." Chu Lingzhi increased the force. She wanted to check if her fingers had shifted from the acupoints, but when she looked up, she couldn't help stealing another glance at that area.
She quickly turned her head away, but after a few seconds, she reluctantly looked back again. That place seemed to have a magnetic pull on her gaze—
She was a medical professional. It wasn't like she'd never seen a man's anatomy before.
But that was always with a doctor-patient mindset—no feelings at all, perfectly normal.
Now, catching a glimpse of him, her mindset and emotions were off, her thoughts abnormal.
Flushed, nervous, curious, with her heart pounding like a deer crashing against her chest, thumping wildly...
The bedroom's air conditioning was blasting, a chill creeping up from her legs.
Nangong Yehen furrowed his brow slightly, shifting his flat foot, and the cold intensified.
He smirked wickedly, moving that leg to spread it wider, the towel opening further.
That area became even clearer. Chu Lingzhi paused in her movements, her face burning hotter, her heart racing faster.
A pervert who doesn't wear underwear after a shower!
Chu Lingzhi cursed inwardly, her face red as she forced herself to continue massaging as if nothing had happened.