After searching for him a thousand times in the crowd, I suddenly turned around, only to find him working as a massage therapist in a massage room.
Wang Xian looked at the 8th therapist in front of him, his lips twitching slightly.
She was dressed in a standard deep purple short-sleeved uniform with loose pants, her hair tied up in a high ponytail, wearing a mask and a pair of thick black-framed glasses. Under the dim lighting, her features were hard to make out, especially since she kept her head slightly lowered.
Wang Xian was certain that even her classmates wouldn’t recognize her as the aloof campus belle who kept everyone at arm’s length:
Ye Miyue.
That’s right, the moment he heard her voice, Wang Xian knew it was her.
If it were his past self, he wouldn’t have been able to tell even if he heard her voice.
At school, Ye Miyue rarely spoke.
Not to mention, her voice was slightly lowered due to nervousness, making it sound somewhat timid.
But as someone who had once reached the threshold of becoming a martial deity, even though he had been reborn into his teenage years before stepping into the martial world, his keen sense of discernment hadn’t disappeared.
To put it simply, the frequency of a female mosquito’s wing flapping is around 450Hz, while a male mosquito’s is around 600Hz.
Wang Xian could tell the difference just by listening.
Compared to the complex and varied sounds of exotic beasts, this was child’s play.
By observing Ye Miyue’s eye shape, forehead, the distance between her eyebrows, her hair, and her perfect body proportions, as well as the fleeting panic in her watery eyes when she saw him, he was 100% certain it was her.
After walking to the bedside, Ye Miyue pretended to glance around, but her peripheral vision lingered on Wang Xian, as if confirming something.
Suddenly.
“Sorry… I think I came to the wrong room.”
Ye Miyue put down the bottle of nutrient lubricant in her hand and turned to leave.
She was panicking.
Seeing this, Wang Xian guessed that the letter he received might indeed have been from Ye Miyue.
At school, Ye Miyue was the type who “knew everyone, but no one really knew her.”
Not to mention, they weren’t even in the same class. She shouldn’t have recognized him, but now she was panicking.
This meant she knew him.
But Wang Xian couldn’t recall how she would know him.
They hadn’t interacted at all during high school…
Clang—!
As she opened the door and was about to leave, Ye Miyue let out a small sigh of relief.
But just then, a voice tinged with amusement came from behind her:
“Nice disguise, Campus Belle Ye.”
Like a demon’s whisper, it carried an eerie magic.
It froze Ye Miyue in place as if she had been hit by a paralysis spell.
Her loose pants, now taut from her sudden stiffness, outlined the full curves of her figure.
After enjoying the view, Wang Xian calmly got up, walked over to Ye Miyue, and pushed the door shut again.
Click, he locked it.
Smooth and effortless.
Turning back to Ye Miyue, her once calm and beautiful eyes were now filled with panic.
Especially when she heard the sound of the lock, her whole body trembled, her eyes widening as panic turned to despair.
Wang Xian glanced at the clock on the wall, stretched lazily, and pointed to the bed:
“Do I need to say more?”
Ye Miyue remained silent, neither answering nor moving, resisting in her own quiet way.
Seeing this, Wang Xian didn’t say anything either. Instead, he took a small step forward.
His towering height of 1.85 meters, combined with an aura like a hungry tiger pouncing on its prey, instantly enveloped her.
Ye Miyue, standing at only 1.7 meters, shrank back like a frightened rabbit, retreating several steps.
And so, one step forward, one step back.
In no time, Ye Miyue was backed against the bed, with nowhere else to go, her back pressed against the wall.
She immediately crossed her arms in front of her chest, her eyes slightly red, as if declaring she would rather die than submit.
Wang Xian glanced at her:
“What’s this? You’re the one giving me a massage, not the other way around.”
“Where’s your professionalism?”
Ye Miyue froze for a moment, then quickly picked up the bottle of nutrient lubricant again, clutching it like a lifeline.
If it was just a massage, then maybe it wasn’t so bad…
Watching Ye Miyue fumble with the cap of the lubricant, Wang Xian asked knowingly:
“How long have you been in this line of work?”
“This… this is my first time,” Ye Miyue mumbled, her movements slowing slightly.
Wang Xian didn’t need to think to know it was her first time, and it was likely a part-time job.
His uncle’s martial arts school specifically hired part-time massage therapists, and the pay and commissions were quite high. However, because the location was remote, they didn’t get many applicants.
After all, it was just a small martial arts school in Rongcheng.
But Wang Xian guessed that Ye Miyue had chosen this place precisely because of that.
It’s just that in his previous life, during his first and second years of high school, he rarely visited the martial arts school, let alone got a massage, so he hadn’t known about this.
“I haven’t even taken my clothes off yet. Why are you in such a hurry?”
“Take my clothes off for me.”
Wang Xian spread his arms like a boss.
“……”
“That’s not part of the service…” Ye Miyue protested stubbornly.
It wasn’t, but…
Wang Xian yawned: “With this kind of service attitude, it seems I’ll have to…”
He was just trying to buy some time.
But before he could finish, Ye Miyue spoke in a trembling voice:
“I’ll do it!”
Her hands clenched tightly, her eyes filled with a mix of embarrassment and frustration. After a few seconds of hesitation, she finally let go and began to remove Wang Xian’s shirt.
“What about the pants?”
Ye Miyue gritted her teeth, then crouched down, turning her head and closing her eyes as she slowly pulled them off.
Leaving him in just his boxers.
Wang Xian lay face down on the bed and closed his eyes:
“Massage the spots I tell you, and don’t apply the nutrient gel wrong.”
“The depression on the outer side of the cuboid bone, just below the front edge of the outer ankle.”
……
The moment the nutrient gel touched his skin, Wang Xian felt a cool sensation.
“Tianbao Nutrient Gel, infused with a trace of natural energy…”
Wang Xian glanced at the unlabeled bottle of nutrient lubricant.
This stuff cost at least three to five thousand per bottle. It was the real deal, meant for martial artists.
Applied externally, it could strengthen the body and enhance bones and muscles.
A regular massage definitely didn’t come with this kind of luxury. His uncle must have pulled some strings for him.
The product was good, but…
“Use more force,” Wang Xian said lazily. “About 70% of your strength.”
The moment Ye Miyue started, Wang Xian could tell that this girl had an innate vitality of over 0.5, making her quite talented.
Her strength was around 400 pounds, more than enough for a massage therapist.
“Stop, stop, stop. I told you to use force, not to pinch me.”
“No technique, and you can’t even control your strength?”
“Do you know the civilian fitness boxing routine? Use the third move, ‘Horizontal Strike with Phoenix Eye.’ Focus the force on the knuckle of your index finger, and remember to tighten your core, lower your arm, and twist your wrist…”
Ye Miyue had a good grasp of things. After just a few pointers from Wang Xian, she quickly got the hang of it.
“Alright, next spot. The outer side of the calf, seven inches above the outer ankle, behind the fibula.”
“50% strength. Use the eighth move of the fitness boxing routine, ‘Horse Leaps and Kicks.’ Lift your hip and steady your stance, or your elbow won’t have enough force…”
……
“Push straight up from behind the armpit to the lower edge of the scapular spine. There’s a depression there. Yes, that’s it.”
“60% strength. Use the second move of the fitness boxing routine, ‘Sinking Step and Cloud Fist’…”
……
After about an hour, Ye Miyue was panting heavily, beads of sweat forming on her forehead.
For some reason, following his instructions made the massage so much more exhausting than usual.
Even after practicing the fitness boxing routine several times, she had never felt this tired.
Thud!
Unable to hold on any longer, her hands trembling slightly, she collapsed onto a nearby chair, taking off her glasses and mask.
Finally revealing her exquisitely beautiful, flushed face.
The usual coldness was gone, replaced by a hint of allure.
Though it was purely from exhaustion.
Her once snow-white neck now looked like melting ice cream, with drops of sweat flowing down, converging into a line that faintly outlined the great northern and southern hemispheres.
Wang Xian opened his eyes, turned over, and looked at Ye Miyue, momentarily stunned.
No way, they’re that big?
“Time’s up,” Ye Miyue said, wiping the sweat from her forehead with relief.
“What’s the rush?”
Wang Xian glanced at the clock and said calmly, “I’m adding another hour.”
“……”
After a moment of silence.
Ye Miyue stood up and took two steps back, signaling her refusal:
“My hands are too tired.”
Her hands were trembling slightly, and she did look genuinely exhausted.
Wang Xian shook his head, then looked Ye Miyue up and down, his gaze finally landing on her long, straight legs. He suddenly smiled:
“If your hands are tired… you still have your feet, don’t you?”