Chapter 13: Song of Ice and Fire
He didn't rush to act, but first pressed his palms together, rubbing them slowly and patiently.
Friction generates heat.
Only by warming this cool lotion until it was warm would it not cause an uncomfortable shiver on her delicate skin.
Su Qingge sat with her back to him, her spine perfectly straight.
Her half-dry long hair was casually tossed to one side across her chest, revealing that entire expanse of breathtakingly smooth back.
The red marks left by the collision just now were faintly visible beneath her shoulder blades, like a splash of cinnabar carelessly spilled on that piece of perfect white jade.
"Are you done?" Su Qingge's voice was a little tight. She tried to turn her head but pulled the sore spot, causing her delicate eyebrows to furrow slightly.
"Don't move."
Jiang Chen's voice was deep, carrying an undeniable force.
The next second, a broad, warm, large hand pressed against her back.
"Mmm..."
Su Qingge couldn't help it, and a very light, muffled groan escaped from the depths of her throat.
The temperature of that palm was shockingly high. It transmitted through the slightly cool lotion, like a scorching hot iron, yet it carried no hint of aggression, only continuously supplying heat.
Jiang Chen's technique was not flashy.
His palm conford to the smooth line of her spine, starting from the back of her neck and pushing down inch by inch.
The pads of his fingers applied just the right amount of pressure, circling around the bruised and swollen area.
"Does it hurt here?" Jiang Chen asked.
"A little... achy." Su Qingge bit her lower lip. That sour, numb sensation shot straight to her brain along the nerve endings, forcing her originally tense shoulders to slump.
"Bear with it. The bruise needs to be rubbed away."
Jiang Chen increased the pressure slightly.
His fingers were long and strong; every movent seed precisely calculated.
The lotion gradually dissolved under the high temperature and friction, turning into a smooth, oily layer.
Su Qingge felt like a fish on a cutting board, completely losing all resistance under the control of those hands.
The stiffness and soreness accumulated from years of sitting in an office were being stripped away little by little by Jiang Chen's movents.
In their place ca an indescribable softness.
"Little Brother, your technique is quite good." Chen Man, from the top bunk, poked her head out, stopping even the cracking of her sunflower seeds. Her peach-blossom eyes stared brightly below, "Did you practice before?"
"I used to give teammates massages when I was on the school basketball team," Jiang Chen replied without lifting his head, focusing intently on the skin beneath his hands. "This is called promoting blood circulation and dispelling stasis."
"Basketball team?" Chen Man tutted, her gaze lingering on the slightly tensed muscles of Jiang Chen's forearm as he moved. "That's for massaging those stinky guys. How can it be the sa as massaging our CEO Su? Look at CEO Su's back; it's like silk. Aren't you afraid your hands might slip?"
Su Qingge currently didn't have the energy to refute Chen Man's teasing.
Her breathing was already ragged.
Jiang Chen's palm was not confined to the injured spot; it smoothly slid downward, gliding over the hollow of her waist.
That spot was extrely sensitive.
Su Qingge's body trembled almost imperceptibly. Her hands, resting on her knees, gripped the fabric of her pants tightly, her knuckles turning white.
"Sister Su, relax a little." Jiang Chen felt the stiffness in the muscles beneath him and soothed her softly, "You're too tense, your muscles are tight as stone."
"I... I'm not used to it." Su Qingge's voice trembled slightly. The commanding authority she usually possessed was completely gone, leaving only a trace of stubborn insistence. "No one has ever... touched this area."
After she said this, the carriage fell silent for two seconds.
Lin Wan, sitting opposite, who had been pretending to look at her phone, couldn't help but glance over when she heard this.
No one has ever touched it?
This female CEO, who appeared seasoned in the business world and decisive, was actually, as she claid, an emotional novice?
Jiang Chen's movents also paused slightly.
He looked at the body before him, slightly flushed from tension, and the feeling of pity in his heart grew stronger.
"Then I'm the first one?" Jiang Chen smiled, his tone carrying a hint of teasing as he tried to ease her tension. "It's my honor."
Saying that, his thumb pressed down on the acupoints on both sides of Su Qingge's lower back, slowly applying force.
"Ah..."
This ti, Su Qingge couldn't hold back.
A short, charming gasp exploded in the narrow carriage.
The sound made one's bones feel dissolved.
Chen Man covered her mouth on the top bunk, laughing so hard her body shook. "Oh my, CEO Su, it's a good thing we're on a vehicle. If we were sowhere else, people would think we were doing sothing in here."
Su Qingge's face instantly flushed crimson, spreading a layer of rouge up to her neck and earlobes.
She was so mortified she wanted to crawl into a crack in the floor, but the comfort brought by those hands made her reluctant to call a halt.
It was so contradictory.
Her body craved this touch, but her reason scread danger.
"Ignore her." Jiang Chen's palms moved upward again, returning to the position of her shoulder blades, his movents becoming much gentler. "Sister Su, your shoulders are too stiff. Are you under a lot of pressure usually?"
"...It's alright," Su Qingge replied dully, burying her face in her knees, not wanting anyone to see her current expression. "When you're doing business, who isn't tired?"
"You still need to take care of your body." As Jiang Chen spoke, he used the heel of his palm to push against the stiff knots. "Health is the capital for revolution. Money can be earned again, but if you collapse, you lose everything."
This simple, unadorned statent was like a needle, gently piercing the hard defensive line in Su Qingge's heart.
This journey of escape, the despair from the broken capital chain, and the curses of the debt collectors pressed down on her heart like great mountains.
She had to keep her nerves taut at all tis, maintaining that aloof posture just to keep herself from breaking down.
But now, in front of this unfamiliar young man, under those warm palms, she suddenly felt so tired.
Tired enough to cry.
"Mm," Su Qingge responded softly, her voice slightly nasal.
She closed her eyes, completely giving up resistance, letting her body lean back.
Jiang Chen felt the change in her.
The originally tense and resistant muscles slowly softened, like a block of lting butter.
Su Qingge's back was no longer straight but adopted a naturally relaxed curve, even slightly leaning backward, actively eting his palms.
This silent trust was more moving than any words.
Ti passed second by second.
Until the lotion on his palms was completely absorbed, and the swelling and redness had dissipated considerably.
"It's done." Jiang Chen withdrew his hands, the astonishingly smooth sensation still lingering on his palms. He pulled out a tissue to wipe his hands, trying his best to keep his voice steady. "Be careful not to press on it when you sleep tonight; it shouldn't hurt tomorrow."
Su Qingge didn't move imdiately.
She maintained that posture for several seconds before slowly straightening her waist.
When she turned around, her face, usually cold as frost, now held a rare softness and languor.
It was an expression that only erged after being thoroughly cared for.
"Thank you."
She looked at Jiang Chen, her gaze deep, as if trying to carve his appearance into her mory.
"You're welco." Jiang Chen picked up the bottle of evian water, twisted it open, and took a gulp.
The cool water flowed down his throat, barely suppressing the restless heat surging inside him.
"Um..."
A faint voice suddenly ca from the top bunk.
Chen Man was leaning over the guardrail, her long wavy hair cascading down. Her alluring eyes were filled with dissatisfaction and eagerness.
"Little Brother, you can't favor one over the other."
Chen Man extended a finger and pointed to her own calf. "I saw you looked quite tired just now too. How about... a different kind of treatnt? Sister's leg was chilled last night, and it feels a bit uncomfortable now."
He didn't rush to act, but first pressed his palms together, rubbing them slowly and patiently.
Friction generates heat.
Only by warming this cool lotion until it was warm would it not cause an uncomfortable shiver on her delicate skin.
Su Qingge sat with her back to him, her spine perfectly straight.
Her half-dry long hair was casually tossed to one side across her chest, revealing that entire expanse of breathtakingly smooth back.
The red marks left by the collision just now were faintly visible beneath her shoulder blades, like a splash of cinnabar carelessly spilled on that piece of perfect white jade.
"Are you done?" Su Qingge's voice was a little tight. She tried to turn her head but pulled the sore spot, causing her delicate eyebrows to furrow slightly.
"Don't move."
Jiang Chen's voice was deep, carrying an undeniable force.
The next second, a broad, warm, large hand pressed against her back.
"Mmm..."
Su Qingge couldn't help it, and a very light, muffled groan escaped from the depths of her throat.
The temperature of that palm was shockingly high. It transmitted through the slightly cool lotion, like a scorching hot iron, yet it carried no hint of aggression, only continuously supplying heat.
Jiang Chen's technique was not flashy.
His palm conford to the smooth line of her spine, starting from the back of her neck and pushing down inch by inch.
The pads of his fingers applied just the right amount of pressure, circling around the bruised and swollen area.
"Does it hurt here?" Jiang Chen asked.
"A little... achy." Su Qingge bit her lower lip. That sour, numb sensation shot straight to her brain along the nerve endings, forcing her originally tense shoulders to slump.
"Bear with it. The bruise needs to be rubbed away."
Jiang Chen increased the pressure slightly.
His fingers were long and strong; every movent seed precisely calculated.
The lotion gradually dissolved under the high temperature and friction, turning into a smooth, oily layer.
Su Qingge felt like a fish on a cutting board, completely losing all resistance under the control of those hands.
The stiffness and soreness accumulated from years of sitting in an office were being stripped away little by little by Jiang Chen's movents.
In their place ca an indescribable softness.
"Little Brother, your technique is quite good." Chen Man, from the top bunk, poked her head out, stopping even the cracking of her sunflower seeds. Her peach-blossom eyes stared brightly below, "Did you practice before?"
"I used to give teammates massages when I was on the school basketball team," Jiang Chen replied without lifting his head, focusing intently on the skin beneath his hands. "This is called promoting blood circulation and dispelling stasis."
"Basketball team?" Chen Man tutted, her gaze lingering on the slightly tensed muscles of Jiang Chen's forearm as he moved. "That's for massaging those stinky guys. How can it be the sa as massaging our CEO Su? Look at CEO Su's back; it's like silk. Aren't you afraid your hands might slip?"
Su Qingge currently didn't have the energy to refute Chen Man's teasing.
Her breathing was already ragged.
Jiang Chen's palm was not confined to the injured spot; it smoothly slid downward, gliding over the hollow of her waist.
That spot was extrely sensitive.
Su Qingge's body trembled almost imperceptibly. Her hands, resting on her knees, gripped the fabric of her pants tightly, her knuckles turning white.
"Sister Su, relax a little." Jiang Chen felt the stiffness in the muscles beneath him and soothed her softly, "You're too tense, your muscles are tight as stone."
"I... I'm not used to it." Su Qingge's voice trembled slightly. The commanding authority she usually possessed was completely gone, leaving only a trace of stubborn insistence. "No one has ever... touched this area."
After she said this, the carriage fell silent for two seconds.
Lin Wan, sitting opposite, who had been pretending to look at her phone, couldn't help but glance over when she heard this.
No one has ever touched it?
This female CEO, who appeared seasoned in the business world and decisive, was actually, as she claid, an emotional novice?
Jiang Chen's movents also paused slightly.
He looked at the body before him, slightly flushed from tension, and the feeling of pity in his heart grew stronger.
"Then I'm the first one?" Jiang Chen smiled, his tone carrying a hint of teasing as he tried to ease her tension. "It's my honor."
Saying that, his thumb pressed down on the acupoints on both sides of Su Qingge's lower back, slowly applying force.
"Ah..."
This ti, Su Qingge couldn't hold back.
A short, charming gasp exploded in the narrow carriage.
The sound made one's bones feel dissolved.
Chen Man covered her mouth on the top bunk, laughing so hard her body shook. "Oh my, CEO Su, it's a good thing we're on a vehicle. If we were sowhere else, people would think we were doing sothing in here."
Su Qingge's face instantly flushed crimson, spreading a layer of rouge up to her neck and earlobes.
She was so mortified she wanted to crawl into a crack in the floor, but the comfort brought by those hands made her reluctant to call a halt.
It was so contradictory.
Her body craved this touch, but her reason scread danger.
"Ignore her." Jiang Chen's palms moved upward again, returning to the position of her shoulder blades, his movents becoming much gentler. "Sister Su, your shoulders are too stiff. Are you under a lot of pressure usually?"
"...It's alright," Su Qingge replied dully, burying her face in her knees, not wanting anyone to see her current expression. "When you're doing business, who isn't tired?"
"You still need to take care of your body." As Jiang Chen spoke, he used the heel of his palm to push against the stiff knots. "Health is the capital for revolution. Money can be earned again, but if you collapse, you lose everything."
This simple, unadorned statent was like a needle, gently piercing the hard defensive line in Su Qingge's heart.
This journey of escape, the despair from the broken capital chain, and the curses of the debt collectors pressed down on her heart like great mountains.
She had to keep her nerves taut at all tis, maintaining that aloof posture just to keep herself from breaking down.
But now, in front of this unfamiliar young man, under those warm palms, she suddenly felt so tired.
Tired enough to cry.
"Mm," Su Qingge responded softly, her voice slightly nasal.
She closed her eyes, completely giving up resistance, letting her body lean back.
Jiang Chen felt the change in her.
The originally tense and resistant muscles slowly softened, like a block of lting butter.
Su Qingge's back was no longer straight but adopted a naturally relaxed curve, even slightly leaning backward, actively eting his palms.
This silent trust was more moving than any words.
Ti passed second by second.
Until the lotion on his palms was completely absorbed, and the swelling and redness had dissipated considerably.
"It's done." Jiang Chen withdrew his hands, the astonishingly smooth sensation still lingering on his palms. He pulled out a tissue to wipe his hands, trying his best to keep his voice steady. "Be careful not to press on it when you sleep tonight; it shouldn't hurt tomorrow."
Su Qingge didn't move imdiately.
She maintained that posture for several seconds before slowly straightening her waist.
When she turned around, her face, usually cold as frost, now held a rare softness and languor.
It was an expression that only erged after being thoroughly cared for.
"Thank you."
She looked at Jiang Chen, her gaze deep, as if trying to carve his appearance into her mory.
"You're welco." Jiang Chen picked up the bottle of evian water, twisted it open, and took a gulp.
The cool water flowed down his throat, barely suppressing the restless heat surging inside him.
"Um..."
A faint voice suddenly ca from the top bunk.
Chen Man was leaning over the guardrail, her long wavy hair cascading down. Her alluring eyes were filled with dissatisfaction and eagerness.
"Little Brother, you can't favor one over the other."
Chen Man extended a finger and pointed to her own calf. "I saw you looked quite tired just now too. How about... a different kind of treatnt? Sister's leg was chilled last night, and it feels a bit uncomfortable now."
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