bioinnovel Chapter 271 A long-awaited massage!
Chapter 271 A long-awaited massage!
News about Nie Qingcheng.
"Where are we?"
"Almost there, in ten minutes."
I'm hungry.
Zhang Yan looked at those three words and his lips twitched slightly.
There's some pork rib soup from yesterday in the fridge.
"It's cold, I don't want to drink it."
"I'll heat it up for you when it arrives."
"I want to eat fresh food."
"Is she having a princess syndrome attack?"
There was a five-second silence on the other end.
A voice message was sent to me.
Zhang Yan clicked on it.
Nie Qingcheng's voice was languid, with a hint of coquettishness and smugness that she only showed to him.
"I've been waiting for you all day, and you can't even make me a bowl of hot soup?"
Zhang Yan locked the screen.
Tell Lao Zhou.
"Drive faster."
"Okay."
Fifteen minutes later, at the villa.
When Zhang Yan pushed open the door, the living room lights were on, and Nie Qingcheng was nestled on the sofa, wearing a loose silk nightgown.
Her hair was loose, and she was curled up on the cushion with a thin blanket draped over her legs.
The TV was on, and the volume was turned down to the lowest setting.
She was watching the financial news channel.
Hearing the door open, she glanced at him.
"You're back?"
"Um."
Zhang Yan changed into slippers and walked over.
She shrank back and buried her face in the cushion.
"I don't want to move."
"Aren't you hungry?"
"I'm not eating now, I'm tired."
Zhang Yan glanced at her.
The blue is even deeper than last time.
During this period, Qingcheng International has been advancing several major projects—the second phase of the Changbai Mountain Hot Spring Resort, the subsequent operation of the medical center, and the procurement channels for that batch of Lieyang Xuanjing.
She single-handedly managed the entire group's operations, and also coordinated material supplies, satellite communications, and intelligence networks for him.
Zhang Yan didn't say much, hung up his jacket, and went into the kitchen.
Open the refrigerator.
The pork rib soup was made last night, and there's still half a pot left.
He poured the soup into a clay pot and simmered it over low heat.
I chopped some ginger and cooked a small handful of dragon beard noodles.
ten minutes.
When the dish was served, Nie Qingcheng was still in the same position, curled up on the sofa without moving.
But the nose moved.
She looked up at the bowl of pork rib soup noodles sprinkled with chopped green onions and a few drops of sesame oil.
"I said I'm not eating anymore."
"I can smell it."
"What do you smell?"
"sesame oil."
Zhang Yan placed the tray on the coffee table.
Nie Qingcheng hesitated for two seconds, then sat up and took the chopsticks.
She didn't say anything while eating noodles.
They ate very attentively.
A bite of noodles, a sip of soup.
Nie Qingcheng usually only takes a small bite when eating out, maintaining proper etiquette.
But she never pretended in front of Zhang Yan.
The noodles were finished, and the soup was all gone.
She pushed the bowl aside and shrank further into the sofa.
"Zhang Yan".
"Um."
"Did you have a great day?"
Zhang Yan was clearing away the dishes when he paused for a moment.
"What?"
"Let's cause trouble." Nie Qingcheng tilted her head to look at him. "I heard it from Qin Xiao."
"You put a big cat in the lecture hall, and it scared those people so much they ran away with their tails between their legs."
"Qin Xiao talks too much."
"Don't change the subject. Was it fun?"
"good."
Nie Qingcheng snorted.
"Your lips are curved into a smile."
Zhang Yan returned after clearing away the dishes and sat down on the other side of the sofa.
Nie Qingcheng looked at him.
Suddenly, he rolled over.
She rolled over from the sofa—turning herself into a prone position, face down, buried in the cushions, arms hanging over the edge of the sofa.
The silk pajamas slid with her movements, outlining the silhouette below her waist.
"What's wrong?" Zhang Yan asked.
"Massage." Her voice was muffled by the cushions.
"where?"
"Shoulders, waist, anywhere is fine."
"I'm completely exhausted after sitting in the office all day."
Zhang Yan looked at her.
The silk pajamas are very thin and smooth.
The light fell from above, illuminating the half of her profile that was visible in profile.
Earlobes, jawline, neck.
The lower back is slightly concave due to the prone position, and the fabric clings to the skin, revealing the slight curve of the spine.
Next is...
Zhang Yan withdrew his gaze.
"You're wearing this so I can massage you?"
"What's wrong?"
"Change to a thicker one."
Nie Qingcheng pulled her face out of the cushion and glanced at him.
The beauty mark at the corner of her eye looked particularly striking under the warm yellow light…
"I won't change it." After she finished speaking, she buried her face back down.
Zhang Yan paused for a moment.
Row.
He sat down in the middle of the sofa and put his hand on her shoulder.
Her shoulders were indeed very stiff.
Both the trapezius and levator scapulae muscles are hard, and obvious nodules can be felt.
Zhang Yan pressed his thumb against the nodule and slowly applied pressure.
Nie Qingcheng let out a muffled groan.
"pain?"
"Continue...to be continued."
Zhang Yan's technique involved pushing from the shoulder to the base of the neck, kneading along the direction of the trapezius muscle to loosen the two nodules.
The pressure is precisely controlled at the boundary between soreness and comfort.
Nie Qingcheng's breathing gradually relaxed.
His hand moved down a little.
To the position of the scapula.
Through the silk fabric, beneath my palm lay her smooth skin, which was warm to the touch.
Zhang Yan maintained a regular technique.
But he needed to spare some of his attention—because from this angle, the neckline of her pajamas was slightly open, revealing her collarbone below…
"A little lower," Nie Qingcheng said in a muffled voice.
Zhang Yan moved his hand to her waist.
The muscles on the sides of the waist are also very tight.
Her posture while sitting in the office is definitely wrong; the erector spinae muscles on both sides of her lumbar spine are stiff.
He pressed the heel of his palm against both sides of his lumbar spine and pushed outwards.
Nie Qingcheng took a deep breath and then slowly exhaled.
"Um……"
The sound was very soft.
But in the quiet living room, it could be heard very clearly.
Zhang Yan's hand paused for half a second.
carry on.
Lower back dimples.
When his thumb pressed on the indentation, Nie Qingcheng's body bounced slightly.
"itch?"
No...no.
Her ears turned red.
Zhang Yan looked at the blush that spread from the base of her ear to her neck.
He glanced again at the slender, supple waist beneath his palm.
Silk fabric is so slippery that it doesn't stay on your skin.
With each push of his hand, the fabric shifted slightly.
You can already see a small section of skin on the side of my waist; it's so white it's practically glowing.
Zhang Yan's technique remained steady.
But his breathing was heavier than it had been three minutes ago.
Nie Qingcheng suddenly turned her head, revealing half of her face from under the cushion.
Her eyes were half-open, with a languid expression that seemed to suggest she knew everything but was deliberately keeping quiet.
"Zhang Yan".
"Um."
"Your palms are so hot."
Zhang Yan didn't respond.
She smiled.
That smile was absolutely deadly.
A languid smile lingered on the slightly upturned corners of her mouth, complementing her beauty mark and half-closed eyelids.
They are not innocent.
is intentional.
Zhang Yan removed his hand from her waist.
"alright."
Nie Qingcheng turned over and lay on her back looking at him.
The ties of her pajamas loosened halfway due to her lying down, leaving the neckline wide open and revealing her entire collarbone.
"All done?" She wrinkled her nose in dissatisfaction. "Only ten minutes."
"Ten minutes is enough."
"You haven't massaged your legs yet."
Zhang Yan looked down at her.
Her legs dangled from under the thin blanket and rested on the sofa armrest.
The silk pajamas only reached mid-thigh.
Zhang Yan's gaze fell on the section of skin exposed to the light, lingering for half a second.
Then he looked up.
"Nie Qingcheng".
"what?"
"Did you do this on purpose?"
She blinked.
They are completely innocent.
"What do you mean, intentional?"
"My shoulders hurt, my back aches, and my legs ache."
"What's wrong with getting a massage from your own man?"
"Wear this?"
"What should I wear? These are my pajamas."
"I'm in my own home, what I wear is none of your business!"
Zhang Yan stared at her for three seconds.
"OK."
He stood up.
Nie Qingcheng thought he was leaving, and her body reflexively sat up—
"Where are you going—"
next second.
Zhang Yan bent down, supporting the back of her neck with one hand and slipping the other hand under her knees, and lifted her up horizontally from the sofa.
Caught off guard, Nie Qingcheng instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck.
"W-What are you doing...?"
Zhang Yan looked down at the person in his arms.
Her face was only centimeters away from his.
You can clearly see the curve of her eyelashes and a very faint freckle above her beauty mark, which she usually covers with makeup.
"You said it."
Zhang Yan's voice was very low.
"You haven't massaged your legs yet."
He turned and walked towards the bedroom.
Nie Qingcheng buried her face in his neck.
The voice was muffled, small, and tinged with laughter.
"Slow down..."
The bedroom door closed behind me.
Zhang Yan's phone lit up briefly on the coffee table in the living room.
It was a message from Qin Xiao.
"Boss, those people from Japan sent an apology letter today."
"But something still feels off. Should we keep an eye on it?"
The phone lit up for three seconds.
No one replied.
Ten minutes later, the screen automatically turned off.