The baby slapped me, and I said, "Sit on my lap and slap me."

Wen Yu closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and forcefully suppressed the fire that was about to ignite in his chest.

Don't rush.

He's a "waiter" tonight, and waiters should have the professional qualities of a waiter.

He opened his eyes, the undercurrent in them now suppressed, replaced by a businesslike gentleness.

He walked to the bedside, turned to the side and gestured, "Professor Su, please lie down, I'll start by relaxing your neck and shoulders."

Su Qingyao glanced at him, suppressed a laugh, and obediently lay down on the bed.

The thin gauze dress clung to her back, her shoulder blades were faintly visible beneath the fabric, and a small patch of candlelight lingered in the hollow of her waist.

Wen Yu's fingertips landed on her shoulder.

Apply just the right amount of pressure, and slowly make circles with your thumb along the curve of your shoulder blade.

His fingertips, calloused and slightly rough, brushed against her delicate skin, sending shivers down her spine.

Su Qingyao gave a soft "Mmm".

Wen Yu didn't speak, but his hands didn't stop moving.

He slid his fingers down her neck and shoulders to her spine, pushing them inch by inch along the muscles on both sides of her spine. When he passed her waist, his thumb pressed down on the most sensitive soft flesh on her side, intentionally or unintentionally.

Su Qingyao's body trembled slightly.

Wen Yu's lips curved into a smile, and his fingers continued downwards, past the hem of the gauze dress, landing on his waist.

He traced those two shallow indentations with his fingertips, circle after circle, as if he were outlining some intricate pattern.

"1202," Su Qingyao's voice was muffled by the pillow, with a faint gasp, "your technique... doesn't seem like a proper massage."

"Professor Su," Wen Yu said softly, his fingers sliding from her waist to her side, brushing against her almost imperceptibly.

"This is a special service offered by our hotel. If you are not satisfied, you can file a complaint afterward."

Su Qingyao bit her lip and didn't say anything more.

Wen Yu lingered on her waist for a while, then slowly moved down past her hip bone, landing on her groin.

The hem of the gauze dress just covered this spot, and my fingertips gently brushed against the skin.

Su Qingyao's breathing became heavier.

Wen Yu's hand remained there, neither moving down nor withdrawing.

The fingertips lightly brushed against that delicate skin, again and again, like a feather sweeping across, so light it made one itch.

"1202..." Su Qingyao's voice was already starting to waver.

"Yes, Professor."

Wen Yu's voice was unusually low and hoarse, yet his fingers continued to draw circles unhurriedly. "What instructions do you have?"

Su Qingyao turned to look at him, her eyes already glistening with tears.

That glance was both angry and alluring, the corners of her eyes were red, and her lips were slightly swollen from being bitten.

Wen Yu's Adam's apple bobbed violently several times.

"Professor, next up is the aromatherapy massage."

His voice was even hoarser, but he still maintained the last shred of "professionalism".

"To maximize your experience, I need to help you take off your clothes, is that alright?"

Su Qingyao lay on the bed and turned her head to look at him.

The candlelight fell on his face, his eyes were as dark as a deep pool, churning with something that was about to burst forth, yet his expression remained serious, and he even tilted his head slightly, as if waiting for the client's confirmation.

"Take it off."

Having received an affirmative answer, Wen Yu hooked the edge of the gauze dress and started pulling it down little by little, beginning from the shoulder.

The gauze dress slid over her shoulder blades, back, and waist, finally piling up at her waist.

Her back was completely exposed in the candlelight, fair and delicate, with slightly protruding shoulder blades and the lines of her spine running downwards, disappearing into the gauze dress at her waist.

Wen Yu took a deep breath, withdrew his hand, and turned to take the bottle of essential oil from the bedside table.

He poured the clear liquid into his palm, rubbed it between his hands until it was warm, and then covered her body with it again.

His calloused hands, coated with slippery essential oil, gently massaged her shoulders.

The force was greater than before, but also slower.

He massaged so slowly that every inch of skin was gently touched, so slowly that the smoothness of the essential oil and his body temperature seeped into the pores.

Then continue downwards, with your fingers.

Su Qingyao let out a soft hum, her body tensed instinctively, but gradually softened under the caresses of his fingertips.

Su Qingyao bit her lip, but a sound still escaped from her throat.

The sounds were subtle and fragmented, yet exceptionally clear in the quiet room.

"Professor," Wen Yu's voice came from behind, hoarse like sandpaper rubbing against his throat, "do you need anything more?"

Su Qingyao turned to look at him.

Her eyes were already misty, her cheeks were flushed, and her gaze held anger, resentment, and an overwhelming longing.

"Can."

Wen Yu's eyes darkened, and he leaned down.

Warm lips landed on her tailbone, replacing fingers to continue the unfinished task.

The sweet scent of essential oils mingled with his aroma, and Su Qingyao gripped the bedsheet beneath her tightly, her fingertips turning white.

The sound changed from a suppressed groan to intermittent panting, and her body went limp inch by inch, only to tense up again suddenly.

"Husband...husband..." She stopped calling him 1202.

Wen Yu didn't respond, focusing more on his actions, holding her waist tightly with his large hand to prevent her from escaping.

Su Qingyao's voice grew increasingly fragmented and urgent, as if something was starting to spiral out of control.

With red lips and white teeth, we'll meet at the summit.

My body was still trembling, and my consciousness was floating in a daze when I felt something approaching me.

"professor,"

His voice came from above, husky and sexy, yet still maintaining the last vestiges of "professionalism".

"1202 offers even more satisfactory services; please experience them carefully."

Before Su Qingyao could recover from the previous wave, her body, which had just calmed down, was ignited again.

"husband……"

Her voice was choked with sobs, whether from being unable to bear it or something else, it was hard to tell.

Wen Yu leaned down and pressed himself against her from behind, his lips brushing against her earlobe in an ambiguous and seductive manner.

"Professor, are you satisfied with this service?"

Su Qingyao was speechless and could only cling to the pillow.

The scent of rose essential oil filled the air, and the candlelight cast the shadows of the two people on the wall, swaying and flickering, like a dream from which they would never awaken.