"Alright, here you can do whatever you want. As long as you have money, there's no service you can't get. Even if you want a bunch of handsome young men to wait on you, it's no problem at all." Rona Muir walked in, immediately took off her coat, stepped onto the soft carpet, tossed her coat onto the sofa, and pressed the intercom: "Give us Package A for our room, please."
Cecilia Gu followed her over. "What's Package A?"
"Of course it's a massage! Duh!" Rona Muir shot Cecilia a look. "I've rushed back after traveling so much, it's been exhausting. If I don't get someone to give me a proper massage, how can I repay your kindness?"
Hearing Rona's teasing, Cecilia's mood seemed to improve a little.
Soon enough, the door was knocked and in came four... fresh-faced handsome young men.
Cecilia was startled—wow, they really were handsome young men!
Rona seemed totally used to this and said to Cecilia, "That's how the service works here. Male clients get female attendants, female clients get male attendants. That's why it's so expensive! Don't worry, they're not just here to look pretty—their skills are legit. Come on, give me a massage, I'm dying here. I've just traveled through more than ten countries non-stop, I'm absolutely exhausted!"
Rona turned and lay down on a nearby massage bed, and immediately two of the handsome young men came over, knelt beside her, and started giving her a full-body massage.
Cecilia stared in shock.
The remaining two handsome young men came over respectfully and asked Cecilia, "Madam, where would you like your massage?"
Cecilia waved her hand, just about to refuse.
Rona, feeling totally at ease, spoke up: "She's seven months pregnant now, so just help her relax her shoulders, neck, and limbs. Oh, and don't you have that special prenatal wellness massage here? Give her the whole set."
Before Cecilia could react, the two handsome attendants had already helped her up, guided her to another lounge chair, knelt on either side, took off her shoes, and began the massage.
"Hey, hey, hey... I'm really not used to this..." Cecilia turned to look at Rona, who was nearly falling asleep on the massage bed, totally relaxed.
"You'll get used to it. You, you're always too uptight! As Mrs. Yin, you keep yourself cooped up at home every day—aren't you worried you'll go stir-crazy? There are so many elite clubs out there, and you never go out. Trust me, the attendants here are all carefully screened and get regular health checks. Of course, if you take a fancy to one of them, you can even ask to keep him... Not that I'm interested!" The more Rona talked, the more outrageous she got, and Cecilia's ears turned red.
Cecilia glanced down and saw the young man kneeling beside her, massaging her shoulders and neck. He had bright, lively eyes, so she couldn't help but ask, "How old are you? How did you end up in this line of work?"
"Madam, I'm nineteen this year. I stopped going to school at fifteen and started learning this craft—it's been three years now. Don't worry, I won't hurt you or your baby." The young man's eyes sparkled as he answered.
Cecilia just thought this boy was really beautiful—his features were as delicate as a girl's.
Sensing Cecilia's interest, the young man put even more effort into the massage.
Seeing how much Rona was enjoying herself, Cecilia stopped resisting and let the attendant massage each of her fingers.
That feeling was... just so comfortable...
As she relaxed, drowsiness washed over Cecilia, and she drifted off to sleep.
At some point, the door opened and a tall figure walked in from outside.
The four handsome young men were about to speak, but the newcomer immediately made a gesture for silence.
The young men instantly fell silent.
The man came to Cecilia's side, pulled up a chair, took over from the young masseur, and gently started pressing and kneading all her acupoints.
Cecilia slept soundly, completely unaware that the person massaging her had changed. She only felt that this masseur's touch seemed much stronger...
"Mmm... a little gentler..." Cecilia mumbled in her sleep, "Don't touch my ring..."
The massage paused abruptly.
Long, elegant fingers gently stroked the ring on Cecilia's finger, tracing circles around her hand, intertwining their fingers together.
Cecilia slept even more soundly.
It felt as if everything she'd lost these past few days had come back to her...
The long fingers gently brushed aside Cecilia's messy hair from her cheek, and finally, unable to resist, he leaned down and kissed her softly.
"Don't tell her I was here..." The tall figure slipped away quietly. "She probably hasn't slept well these past few days. Let her get a good rest."
Cecilia slept long and deeply, feeling completely satisfied.
When she woke up groggily, she looked down to see two handsome young men still massaging her calves.
Because of her pregnancy, her calves had started to swell a little.
At home, the maids had to give her massages every day.
She never expected these two young men to be so skilled—their massage actually helped her sleep so well, despite her usual insomnia.
Cecilia turned to look over; Rona Muir was sprawled out, sleeping like a log, and Cecilia couldn't help but smile softly.