The heartless beauty is addicted to being licked by a seemingly obedient and loyal dog.

Song Yunqi leaned back and straightened her crossed legs.

He took off his gold-rimmed glasses and placed them on the marble table. He rubbed his tight Qingming acupoint, and when he looked up, the defensiveness in his eyes was replaced by tenderness.

Do you offer massage services?

Upon hearing these words, a ripple stirred in the man's usually stagnant eyes, and his long eyelashes trembled violently.

He stayed there for three months, and all he heard was foul language and vulgar jokes. No one ever asked him, in a normal yet polite tone, whether he knew how to give a massage in a locked, private room.

"meeting."

The tone was warm and pleasant, but it sounded like he hadn't had a normal conversation with anyone in a long time, and his vocal cords were rubbing together painfully in his throat.

"I received specialized training before entering the mansion. I know a little bit about acupressure, essential oils, Thai massage, and Tuina."

Upon hearing this, Song Yunqi nodded, stood up, and walked to the wardrobe.

There were several brand-new yukatas inside. As he unbuttoned his shirt collar in front of the mirror, he said to the man standing motionless behind him:

"I've been running errands in Haishi these past two days, and my lower back and neck are a bit sore."

"Since you know how, could you please massage it for me?"

After changing into her bathrobe, Song Yunqi walked to the large bed in the center of the room and lay down on it.

He pressed his cheek against the disposable dust pad, placed his hands under his forehead, closed his eyes, and exposed his entire back to the man's view without any defense.

The sweet sandalwood scent in the room seemed to become even stronger under the catalysis, even overpowering the cool fragrance that Song Yunqi naturally exuded.

I heard a rustling sound of fabric rubbing against each other behind me.

The man walked to the bedside.

His movements were very light, like a weightless shadow.

When the excessively cold palms touched her shoulder blades through her bathrobe, Song Yunxi felt the cold sweat covering the other person's palms, as well as the stiff spasms caused by fear.

That is the body's most honest defensive instinct when facing strangers after long-term suffering.

Song Yunxi didn't move, but let her full weight sink into the mattress.

As his hands began to mechanically knead his shoulders and neck, his movements were practiced and skillful. Although he said he knew a little, his technique was actually quite professional. The force went along the bone joints and precisely targeted every sore acupoint.

Why are your hands so cold?

Song Yunqi suddenly spoke.

The man was startled by the sudden sound, his fingers twitched, and he thought he had done something wrong. His knees went weak, and he almost knelt down and begged for mercy on the spot.

His lips trembled, and his face appeared almost sickly pale and translucent under the wall lamp.

"Excuse me, sir... I'll warm my hands up before massaging, please don't be shy..."

"fine."

Song Yunxi interrupted the other party's apology and sighed almost imperceptibly.

He used the edge of the bed to turn over and lie on his back. The collar of his bathrobe came undone a little from the movement, but he didn't rush to fix it. Instead, he raised his hand and pressed down on the man's right hand, which was trying to pull back.

"Sit here." Song Yunxi patted the empty space on the edge of the bed.

The man stood frozen in place, at a loss.

In this place, disobeying orders means punishment, and an overly gentle attitude from guests is often the prelude to cruel methods.

He shakily touched the edge of the bed, deliberately suppressing his breathing.

Song Yunqi pulled his right hand to his eyes.

As he got closer, he noticed a ring of black scabs on the wrist hidden beneath the long robe, as if it had been rubbed raw by a rough hemp rope over a long period of time.

On the tiger's mouth and the back of the hand, two circular cigarette burns with charred edges were particularly conspicuous. Due to the lack of proper bandaging, they were already showing signs of inflammation and swelling.

Does it hurt here?

Song Yunqi extended her slender index finger, not touching the wound directly, but rather lightly brushing it over the charred area.

Then he lowered his head and approached the red and swollen area, his lips slightly parted, and carefully blew on the necrotic skin.

A warm breeze gently caressed the wound, bringing a strange, tingling sensation.

The man stared wide-eyed in disbelief, instinctively trying to pull his hand back, but the hand gripping his wrist, though warm and soft, was extremely resilient, holding him firmly in its palm.

From childhood to adulthood, even at his sick mother's bedside, he always maintained a strong demeanor.

Once inside this hell, everyone looked at him with malice, contempt, and cruelty.

No one ever asked him, "Are you in pain?"

No one had ever so tenderly and gently breathed on his filthy, sinful wounds to ease the pain.

In that instant, the already numb defenses began to crumble, and a suppressed sob escaped from his throat.

He bit his lower lip hard, trying to force back the burning tears welling up in his eyes, but the tears still dripped down his cheeks and fell onto his gray bathrobe, spreading out in dark patterns.

"It must be painful! How did you get injured here?"

Song Yunxi raised her other hand and used her fingertips to wipe away the tear stains hanging from the corner of the man's eyes, her voice as gentle as if she were coaxing a frightened little animal.

Touched on his most sensitive spot, the man's heart softened completely. Perhaps it was the first time he had received care at the Pink Mansion, or perhaps Song Yunqi's appearance was too harmless and deceptive.

He sniffed, and finally looked directly at the distinguished guest with his tearful eyes.

"It hurts so much...it really hurts..."

"It was...it was burned by a cigar."

Seeing that the other party's reaction was good, Song Yunqi carefully scanned his battered body with her eyes and began to subtly extract information from him.

"What's your name?"

The man's mouth was slightly open, and his breath caught in his throat for a few seconds.

In this sunless underground cave, everyone has been stripped of their human identity, leaving only their material value.

The word "name" was like a rare word he had never heard before in his past life.

"I have no name."

He lowered his head and murmured, "People in the mansion can't have names. My code name is 330."

"330".

Song Yunqi repeated the number between her lips and teeth.

Erasing a name is the first step in destroying an individual's independent personality.

When people are tamed into a string of cold numbers, they become mere commodities, devoid of their own thoughts and souls. Only then can those self-proclaimed noble guests indulge their desires with unbridled abandon.

"No, I want to get to know you, not the staff member codenamed 330 in the Pink Mansion. I want to know your real name."

330 closed his eyes in pain, trembling as he buried his head low, seemingly ashamed to speak: "My name is Su Shen."

Song Yunqi placed her hand on his back and patted him gently as if to encourage him, the warmth slowly transferring from her palm to his back, silently comforting him.

He recounted his past little by little.

Su Shen, 20 years old, is studying at a prestigious university in the city.

I've been living in Pink Mansion for three months now.

He comes from a single-parent family and has relied on his mother since childhood. They lived a poor but hopeful life.

Su Shen was a proud and introverted person since childhood. He was a well-known top student in school and was known for his cleanliness and self-discipline. If it weren't for that sudden disaster, he should have graduated smoothly a year later, received a job offer from a major company, and had a bright future ahead of him.

But the good times are not long.

More than six months ago, the mother suddenly developed a rare and serious illness. The ICU, surgery, and the need for continuous use of targeted drugs in the later stages were all bottomless pits for families like theirs.

In less than half a month, the bill of nearly one million yuan weighed on Su Shen so much that he could hardly stand up straight.

He went to beg his relatives, who were usually on good terms with him, but when disaster struck, they either refused to see him or said extremely hurtful things, driving him away like a beggar.

After verifying that he had no car, no house, and no job or income, the bank's loan manager gave only the cold reply of "loan denied".

Su Shen sat on a bench in the hospital corridor for three days and three nights.

It was at that time that a kind-looking middle-aged man appeared.

"He said at the time that he was an executive at a loan company and that since I was a high-achieving student, he would make an exception and not check my qualifications, and could directly grant me the loan."

The hatred in Su Shen's eyes solidified into a tangible form at that moment, and her nails dug fiercely into her flesh: "I thought I had met a good person."

"I took out a loan and paid it off in installments over several decades with very low interest rates. I knew there were risks and I was aware of how terrible loan sharks were, but I signed the papers without hesitation in order to save my mother."

"I used all the money for my mother's medical treatment, but as soon as her surgery was over, the debt collectors came knocking on my door."

Hidden penalties and compound interest clauses in contracts are a vicious, predatory scheme.

In just three months, the initial loan of one million yuan skyrocketed to ten million yuan amidst the clicks of calculators.

"This is terrifying... I didn't know the interest rates would be this high..."

That's a number that an ordinary working-class family could never imagine in their lifetime.

"They blocked the entrance to my school dormitory and made a scene in my advisor's office, saying they would expel me and ruin my life."

Su Shen's body trembled violently, and his breathing became rapid.

"What's even more terrifying is that they threatened to take my mother away and remove her organs to pay off the debt if I didn't pay back the money."

That was his only relative.

Su Shen had nowhere to go, no assets to sell, and nowhere to borrow even a single penny.

Just when he was at his wit's end, the lender gave him one last agreement.

"As long as you sign that contract and enter the Pink Mansion, the debt can be temporarily wiped off."

"They will also pay for my mother to be transferred to a private nursing home and cover all subsequent medical expenses."

Su took a deep breath, forcing back the tears welling up in her eyes: "So I signed it."

"On my first day here, they took my ID card and phone. I haven't seen the outside world since then."

Song Yunqi lay on the bed and listened quietly to the whole story.

His eyes were deep, and his fingertips gently caressed the fabric of the boy's long robe, bringing a tender, ticklish sensation.

"You've had a tough time lately, haven't you?"

Su Shen smiled bitterly, pulled her wrist out of Song Yunqi's hand, and rolled up her semi-transparent silk sleeves on her own.

"Most of the guests here...have bad tempers."

"The first time I served a guest, I was so nervous that I flinched when the guest reached out his hand."

His shoulder twitched slightly, and the wounds seemed to start bleeding again at that moment.

"That man grabbed a bottle and smashed it at me. I didn't have time to dodge, and blood was streaming down my face and into my eyes, so I couldn't see anything."

"He was cruel, cruel in every way. I almost died that night."

"Later I learned to be obedient."

"No matter what kind of person comes in, how ugly they are, or how vicious their methods are, I will cooperate obediently."

"As long as my mother can keep receiving her medication in the hospital, I'll let them do whatever they want with my life."

Although Song Yunqi prided herself on being calm and composed, she still teared up because of Su Shen's story.

Even their fingernails unconsciously dig into the soft flesh of their palms.