Hearing Jun Hao’s cheeky and confident reply, Yan Jingshu felt a surge of annoyance rising within her. She glared at him, her eyebrows knitting together, feeling like every argument they had always ended with her losing or being left speechless by his ridiculous logic. It was truly frustrating.

Yet, strangely enough, the more annoyed she felt, the more her curiosity and interest in him grew. She found herself drawn to him, captivated by his uniqueness, his boldness, and that refreshing way he had of speaking his mind without fear or pretense. In all her years, she had never met anyone like him, and that made him incredibly intriguing to her.

Shaking her head as if to clear her thoughts, she finally decided to put an end to their endless chatter. She realized that if they kept talking like this, they would never get anything done.

"Alright, that’s enough," Yan Jingshu said firmly, though a small smile still lingered on her lips. "If we keep going back and forth like this, we will never run out of things to say, and we’ll be here forever. Let’s just start the session right here, okay?"

Jun Hao suddenly slapped his own forehead, his eyes widening as if he had just remembered the most important thing in the world. He looked at her with an expression of pure realization and embarrassment.

"Ah! Oh right! Yes, yes, yes, yes! Goodness gracious... I completely forgot the real reason I came here!" He exclaimed, laughing awkwardly while scratching the back of his head. "I am so sorry, Miss Yan! Really, truly sorry! Hahaha!"

Yan Jingshu could only shake her head helplessly at his reaction. ’Good grief...’ she thought to herself silently, looking at his innocent and carefree face. ’Is this man actually a therapist or not? He is the one who gets carried away the most and forgets his job. How absurd...’

Jun Hao quickly snapped into action. He hurried over to the large suitcase the butler had left by the door earlier. He unzipped it and opened the cover wide, revealing various professional tools and neatly arranged supplies inside. He took out several bottles filled with special liquid and aromatic massage oils, setting them down carefully on a nearby table, making sure everything was within easy reach.

Once he was fully prepared, he turned back to Yan Jingshu, his expression professional again, though his eyes still held that playful glint.

"By the way, Miss Yan... do you have any special clothing meant specifically for reflexology and massage?" he asked casually. "Something comfortable and loose, that doesn’t restrict the muscles or get in the way."

Yan Jingshu nodded confidently, pointing toward the large private bathroom connected to her bedroom.

"Of course, I have it prepared. You just wait right here. Stay exactly where you are, alright? I’ll go change inside."

She paused for a moment, looking at him with a warning look in her eyes, though it lacked any real sternness.

"And make sure you stay put. Don’t you dare try to peek through the door or anything like that, do you hear me?"

Jun Hao immediately put on an exaggerated look of shock and innocence, placing a hand over his chest.

"Who, me? Peek? Oh come on, Miss Yan! Even if I did take a little look, it wouldn’t be such a big deal, right? It’s only natural for a man to appreciate a beautiful sight when it presents itself. It would be such a waste to miss it, you know?" He replied with a mischievous grin, his tone clearly teasing her.

Yan Jingshu let out a long sigh, rolling her eyes as she turned away.

"Ugh... you really are hopeless. Fine, do whatever you want. I give up. Just don’t come running over here if you see something you shouldn’t."

She walked toward the bathroom door, carrying a bundle of clothes in her hands—the special attire she used for massages.

A few moments later, the bathroom door opened again.

Yan Jingshu stepped out, and Jun Hao’s breath hitched in his throat.

She was wearing nothing but the special clothing, which turned out to be designed exactly like a bikini—extremely minimal and revealing. It was crafted to cover only the absolute essentials: the upper part barely covered her large, full, and incredibly firm breasts, which stood proudly high and round, while the lower part only covered her intimate area, leaving everything else exposed.

Her flawless, smooth, white skin was on full display. Her slender waist, her flat stomach, her long shapely legs, and the soft curves of her hips and back were all revealed, creating a sight that was incredibly alluring and tempting. Her mature yet youthful body radiated a sensual charm that was impossible to ignore.

Jun Hao stood there, his eyes roaming freely over her entire figure from head to toe, looking at her with an expression of pure admiration, awe, and satisfaction, as if he were admiring the most perfect masterpiece in existence.

"Truly..." Jun Hao spoke up, his voice low and filled with genuine appreciation. "You are a sight that is incredibly satisfying and beautiful to behold. Everything about you is perfect."

Hearing his bold and straightforward praise, Yan Jingshu didn’t even bother to argue or scold him anymore. She simply rolled her eyes and walked past him toward the huge, soft bed in the center of the room, acting as if she hadn’t heard him. She was completely done trying to reason with this man; arguing with him was useless anyway.

But deep inside her heart, a warm, sweet feeling bloomed and spread through her chest. She felt incredibly happy and pleased.

She was a wealthy, powerful woman; people praised her beauty all the time. She was used to compliments, sweet words, and flattery from everyone around her. Yet, for some reason, every praise that came out of Jun Hao’s mouth felt completely different. It felt natural, sincere, unforced, and utterly genuine. It didn’t sound like the fake, rehearsed flattery of people who wanted something from her. It sounded like the honest truth spoken by a man who simply saw beauty and acknowledged it. And that made it touch her heart in a way nothing else ever had.

She reached the bed and slowly laid herself down, resting comfortably on her stomach, her body relaxed and ready. She turned her head slightly to look at him, her expression calm and composed.

"Alright... you can start now," she said softly.

Jun Hao immediately snapped out of his trance, nodding vigorously with a bright, eager smile on his face.

"Oh! Okay, okay, okay, okay! Understood, Miss Yan! I’m on it right now!"