Chapter 332: Free Massage
"Huh, strange, who could it be so late?" Lin Tian wondered.
Apparently, not many people knew about staying at the budget hotel?
"Could it be hotel staff?"
Lin Tian slowly walked towards the door. When he opened it, the person at the door was indeed unexpected.
It turned out to be Chen Moxiang.
"Why are you here?" After Lin Tian asked, he followed up with another question: "How did you know where I’m staying?"
"Do you think it’s difficult for me to find someone on the Celestial Dragon Continent?" Chen Moxiang didn’t bother being polite with Lin Tian and just pushed the door open.
"Hey, hey~!" It was too late for Lin Tian to stop her.
"What? You’re not welcoming me?" Chen Moxiang raised her eyebrows.
"How dare I? How could I not welcome Mr. Xia?" Lin Tian wore a face full of a forced smile.
"I just don’t know why Mr. Xia came to my room so late?" Lin Tian acted like a frightened little lamb: "I’m a bit scared..."
"I’m not a tigress, what are you afraid of?" Chen Moxiang found it hilarious.
"I’m a man who can’t even truss a chicken. If you want to do something to me, I wouldn’t even have the chance to resist!" Lin Tian’s lips curled into a fleeting smile.
"Ha!" Chen Moxiang wasn’t angry but laughed instead, laughing so hard that Lin Tian found it slightly terrifying.
"Mr. Chen, please stop laughing. You’re giving me goosebumps!" Lin Tian thought to himself: "I should have known better than to tease you!"
"Lin Tian, you’re quite bold, daring to tease even me?" Chen Moxiang sat on the sofa, crossed her legs, and stared at him intently.
"How would I dare to tease Mr. Chen!" Lin Tian showed a timid expression.
"Dare not?" Chen Moxiang sneered: "Then what was all that you just said? Something you want to do to me?"
"Yeah, I mean I wanted to give you a shoulder and foot massage, nothing wrong with that, right?" Lin Tian quickly explained, inspired by a sudden idea.
Clearly, what he said earlier was ambiguous, but under Chen Moxiang’s questioning, he quickly changed his tune.
"Just as well, I’m feeling a bit tired, come on over!" Chen Moxiang beckoned him with a finger.
Lin Tian swallowed nervously, an ominous feeling rising in his heart.
It seemed like he had unwittingly fallen into Chen Moxiang’s trap. Had he known, he wouldn’t have been so mouthy earlier.
"Alright, it’s my honor to serve Mr. Chen!" Though internally he was extremely reluctant, outwardly Lin Tian had to put on a playful and smiling face.
Chen Moxiang’s lips unknowingly curved upward slightly: "Enough with the sweet talk, come and give my shoulders a massage!"
Lin Tian quickly moved behind the sofa, placing his hands on Chen Moxiang’s shoulders, rhythmically applying pressure.
"Mm~ A bit harder!" Chen Moxiang’s voice sounded with comfort.
"Yes, yes, right there, harder!" Chen Moxiang gave a soft, pleased hum.
"Put some strength into it, didn’t you eat?" Chen Moxiang closed her eyes, enjoying Lin Tian’s free service.
While Chen Moxiang relished it, Lin Tian wasn’t happy. Massaging for free with so many demands?
Honestly, Chen Moxiang’s shoulders were really different from Bai Shishi and Mei Ruyan’s. Bai Shishi’s shoulders felt incredibly soft to the touch, but Chen Moxiang’s felt firm—tight, elastic muscles.
It was clear that Chen Moxiang wasn’t just a decorative vase at the Security Management Institute; she had real strength.
"Feeling better now?" After a round of massage, Lin Tian’s forehead was dotted with sweat.
"Much better!" Chen Moxiang shook her neck, making cracking sounds, looking extremely pleased.
"Finally done, I can have a sip of water!" After the free labor, Lin Tian was a bit thirsty.
"Who said we’re done?" Chen Moxiang quickly reminded him: "Didn’t you say you’d give me a shoulder and foot massage?"
"Did I say a foot massage?" Lin Tian looked bewildered, entering a playing-dumb mode.
"Didn’t you?" Chen Moxiang’s delicate eyebrows arched up: "Need me to remind you?"
"No need!" Lin Tian slapped his forehead: "Look at my memory, age really does a number on it, I just said it, and I’ve already forgotten!"
He had no choice, for Chen Moxiang had just pulled a black gun from her trench coat. If Lin Tian didn’t change his tune, it would probably mean another round of torment.
"Let me just have some water first!" Lin Tian guzzled down a whole glass of water, unclear if he was truly thirsty or just frightened.
"Once you’re done drinking, get started!" Chen Moxiang stood up, took off her black coat, revealing a black shirt and tight black base pants, displaying her explosive figure.
Taking off her black long boots, Chen Moxiang sprawled across the sofa, playfully placing her feet on the sofa armrest, blinking at Lin Tian, the meaning clear.
"Do your feet smell?" Lin Tian inexplicably wanted to refuse but didn’t know how, so he tried to find a reason.
"I don’t think so!" Chen Moxiang paused, then added: "Why not come and smell?"
"Don’t disgust me!" Lin Tian pretended to be disdainful as he approached the sofa’s armrest, looking at Chen Moxiang’s black ankle socks. Eventually, he placed his hands on her feet.
Perhaps because she had just removed her shoes, Lin Tian felt a residual warmth from Chen Moxiang’s feet, making his palms feel warm.
With both thumbs pressing into the soles of Chen Moxiang’s feet, Lin Tian applied a little force. Chen Moxiang immediately let out a soft shout: "Ah~ It hurts! Be gentle!"
"Okay, okay, I’ll be gentle!" This response left Lin Tian speechless. Those who knew understood it was a massage; those who didn’t might think something else was happening.
Lin Tian slightly reduced the pressure, then continued to gently press on Chen Moxiang’s sole.
"Mm~!" Chen Moxiang’s voice was full of satisfaction: "Just like that, keep going!"
His hands continually rubbed Chen Moxiang’s slightly damp cotton socks, and Lin Tian could even clearly smell a hint of leather. After all, Chen Moxiang had worn leather boots all day, inevitably leaving a leather smell, though fortunately none of sweat.
Seeing Chen Moxiang with her eyes closed, thoroughly enjoying the moment, Lin Tian got annoyed. Late at night, she visited him for a massage?
While she benefitted, he would end up with nothing. Not fair!
Thinking of this, Lin Tian devised a plan to get back at her—something most women feared: tickling the soles of their feet. This trick was always foolproof.
His right index finger discreetly grazed Chen Moxiang’s sole, then quickly transitioned to massage movements.
Lin Tian could clearly feel, as his finger swiped across her sole, Chen Moxiang’s body shivered slightly.
Because the tickling wasn’t continuous, Chen Moxiang’s reaction wasn’t too strong, and Lin Tian quickly resumed normal massage after each tickle, making it hard for her to complain.
And so, Lin Tian continued with a tickle then a rub, causing Chen Moxiang, who was enjoying with closed eyes, to start frowning.