SDVPP Chapter 48

Chi Han was lying there in a daze, his smooth, slender calves brushing against Rong Xu’s hand from time to time, as if urging him to hurry up.

Rong Xu instinctively pulled his hand back. “……”

The weather was getting warmer, and the private room already had the temperature-controlled air conditioner running. The temperature was just right—not the least bit stuffy or hot.

Between the massage bed and the dining table stood a folding screen, painted by hand with a bamboo forest landscape. It looked serene and elegant.

Yet in this cool and tranquil setting, Rong Xu was drenched in sweat.

The fire in his heart refused to die down.

There was no movement behind him for a long time. Chi Han, growing a little anxious, moved his feet, trying to draw Rong Xu’s attention.

“Hurry up… I’m so sleepy.”

Chi Han half-closed his eyes, murmuring sleepily in complaint.

This body of his got drowsy easily after drinking. By now, he’d long forgotten who was next to him. His only thought was why the massage hadn’t started yet.

“I paid… you know!”

His legs, kicking around randomly, kept lifting and falling in a way that tugged at certain places. Whether in front or behind, it was all tugging at Rong Xu’s nerves.

Rong Xu turned his eyes away and grabbed a large towel from the side, wrapping it tightly around him.

Drunk people were especially hard to deal with. In no time, the two of them had worked up a sweat.

Rong Xu looked at the person in front of him, a headache blooming between his brows, his gaze dark and shadowed.

If he keeps this up…

Just then, there was a gentle knock on the door. Chi Han had scheduled a massage therapist for Rong Xu, and the technician had arrived.

“Come in.”

The therapist stepped in cautiously. After confirming the name, he opened his kit and began to prepare for work.

Rong Xu flexed his fingers, rolled up his sleeves neatly, and picked up a bottle of essential oil from the side.

“How do you use this?”

The therapist: “?”

It was impossible to expect Rong Xu to explain anything further. Under that pair of cold eyes, the therapist’s resolve lasted no more than a few seconds before he gave in and meekly began to explain how to use the oil.

Rong Xu poured a palmful and, following the instructions, slowly pressed it against the small of Chi Han’s back. The cool, slippery oil immediately slid down along the curve of his waist.

Rong Xu quickly caught it with both hands, cupping Chi Han’s sides.

Whether it was because his wish had been fulfilled or not, the moment Rong Xu’s hands touched him, Chi Han went completely still—no more fussing, just lying there quietly and unmoving on the massage bed.

There was a bit too much oil. Rong Xu casually tugged the towel covering Chi Han’s buttocks down a little.

Following the therapist’s guidance, he began to massage the muscles little by little along the grain.

“Yes… Just like that, bring your hands over, then go down, a bit lower! This xue point absolutely has to be pressed!”

The therapist suddenly became passionate about teaching. Standing to the side, he eagerly pointed out the technique, nearly jumping in to demonstrate it himself.

Rong Xu’s hand paused at the side of Chi Han’s chest, near the front of his armpit. After finding the xue point, he pressed a few times with moderate pressure and was about to withdraw, when the therapist suddenly stopped him with a serious look:

“No, that’s wrong. You’ve got the wrong spot. Pressing there won’t have any effect. You need to go further in!”

“Right here, do you see it?”

The therapist gestured on his own chest a few times, then rolled up his sleeve, about to physically guide Rong Xu to the right spot.

Rong Xu: “…………”

Rong Xu grabbed the therapist’s wrist, his expression cold as ice. “You can leave.”

The therapist froze for a few seconds before realizing he wasn’t training a student. Reluctantly, he packed up his things and left the room, looking dejected and downcast.

Chi Han had long since fallen asleep under the influence of alcohol and was now in a deep slumber.

His exposed back held the lean, awkward sensuality of youth—clearly defined bones, slightly reddened from being kneaded for some time. The towel was draped loosely over his hips, half slipping off, barely veiling the faint curves beneath.

A scene quietly waiting to be picked.

Rong Xu couldn’t help himself—he pinched his own fingers hard.

The spot the therapist pointed out just now was right beside the two points on the chest. He’d said it helped to open up the meridians, promote blood circulation, and prevent nodular growth.

There was indeed some benefit to it.

Rong Xu’s thoughts drifted, a little distracted.

He squeezed out a bit more essential oil, and as if to cover something up, he kneaded Chi Han’s back a couple more times, then slowly slid his hands toward a more hidden place.

Rong Xu didn’t know why, but his fingertips were trembling rather violently. A rush of heat, something he had never experienced before, surged from his fingers straight to his heart, setting off a wave of burning heat.

His breathing quickened slightly, and he lowered his gaze.

If Chi Han were awake right now, wouldn’t he probably slap him on the spot, then leave without looking back?

Rong Xu despised his own baseness, yet his hand moved on its own, slowly reaching out.

Like Adam tasting forbidden fruit for the first time, knowing full well what lay ahead was an abyss, yet still unable to stop himself from falling in.

Finally, his fingertip brushed against something soft. Rong Xu’s breath caught, and his heart thumped a few quick, heavy beats.

He hurriedly pulled his hand back, but accidentally grazed a small protrusion.

The moment he realized what it was, Rong Xu’s pupils darkened instantly, turning pitch black like ink.

As if a dark fire had been ignited inside them.

Whoosh!

Rong Xu yanked the towel up in one swift motion, tightly covering the boy. Then, stiff-faced, he wheeled himself out from behind the screen.

Only—the way his back looked, it seemed more like a panicked escape.

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Morning light filtered in through the gaps in the bamboo blinds, casting its glow onto Chi Han’s face.

Chi Han’s eyelids twitched slightly. He slowly opened his eyes.

He really hadn’t expected that bamboo-leaf wine from last night to hit so hard. It felt like his brain wasn’t even his own anymore.

He sat up in a daze for a long while before all his memories finally returned to him.

Cool hands, just the right amount of pressure, slippery essential oil…

Chi Han: “…………”

What the hell did he do last night???

“You’re awake?”

Rong Xu, sitting by the window, put down his book and reached up to prop the window open. The cool morning breeze drifted in just like that—

And along with it, a fragment of memory that had been saved and stored came rushing back.

Chi Han stared down blankly at his underwear, utterly baffled.

Who the hell gave him the courage last night to actually take off his pants in front of Rong Xu??

Rong Xu followed his gaze and seemed to understand something, too. A trace of amusement appeared in his eyes.

A moment later, he took a sip of tea and said casually, as if in passing:

“Don’t worry. You’re developing well. Looks quite energetic.”

Chi Han: “…………”

F**k.

Is it still too late to book the next flight off this planet?

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