On Wang Chen, her mind couldn't help but wander.
If it weren't for the several maids staring at her fiercely, she was afraid she would do something outrageous.
Ye Guyi took a deep breath, trying to suppress her surging heart.
But her flushed face and increasingly erratic breathing indicated that deep breathing had no effect; instead, it drew Wang Chen's scent into her body, making her even more restless.
Ye Guyi was, after all, an inexperienced young girl, and how could she resist the temptation of her beloved bathing with his eyes closed in front of her?
For a moment, Ye Guyi felt her hands were getting out of control.
As the massage continued, Ye Guyi's hands gradually became more audacious. First, it changed from kneading to stroking, and then it gradually changed direction.
Her fingers slowly slid down Wang Chen's shoulders and onto his back.
With each small movement, Ye Guyi felt a surge.
Of tension. Her heart pounded wildly, fearing that Wang Chen would scold her.
A moment later, Ye Guyi noticed that Wang Chen had his eyes closed, absorbing the medicinal properties of the bath, seemingly not paying attention to her.
Ye Guyi's courage grew, her fingers gently tracing the lines of his back, feeling the relaxed muscles. Her heart pounded faster, and her breathing became rapid.
Although she tried to control herself, her fingers involuntarily slid down Wang Chen's back, gradually moving towards his chest.
Wang Chen remained with his eyes closed, seemingly unaware of her actions. Seeing this, Ye Guyi gently pressed her fingers on Wang Chen's pectoral muscles, feeling his firm and elastic skin.
Her fingers lightly circled on Wang Chen's chest, and when her fingertips touched his well-defined pectoral muscles, her heart fluttered. Ye Guyi's cheeks were already burning red.
But she couldn't bear to stop what she was doing. Her fingers slowly slid down Wang Chen's pectoral muscles, gently pressing on his abdominal muscles, feeling the distinct eight-pack abs.
Ye Guyi's fingers traced lightly across his abdominal muscles, a flutter running through her heart. Her breathing grew more rapid, and her boldness increased.
However, in her dazed state, Ye Guyi didn't notice that the previously murky medicinal bath had now become clear, clearly indicating that Wang Chen had absorbed all the medicinal power.
As the medicinal power in the bath was completely absorbed, Wang Chen opened his eyes and grabbed Ye Guyi's restless little hands.
Wang Chen turned his head, looking at Ye Guyi teasingly, "Guyi, your technique is getting more and more skilled."
Ye Guyi was startled by Wang Chen's sudden voice, a blush instantly spreading across her face. She looked up, meeting Wang Chen's deep eyes, and a wave of panic washed over her.
She lowered her head, not daring to look Wang Chen in the eye, and then made an excuse for her bold actions, saying, "I've already massaged my shoulders and back, so I need to massage my front too, so the absorption will be better."
Several maids nearby, upon hearing this, whispered and spat, "Shameless!"
"Vulgar!"
"Shameless!"
Although the maids' voices were soft, Ye Guyi, as a Soul Master, had sharp ears and eyes, and naturally heard them. Ye Guyi
Glanced at the maids but said nothing, clearly disdaining to argue with them.
Wang Chen smiled slightly, reached out and gently grasped Ye Guyi's delicate hand, admiring and playing with it.
Having played with Ye Guyi's hands for so long, it was only natural for him to play with the culprit's "hands" in return.
He squeezed and kneaded them. Wang Chen's mood brightened.
Ye Guyi's hands were slender and delicate, white as snow, with a faint pinkish glow. Her fingers were long and slender, with distinct knuckles that didn't appear abrupt, and her fingertips were rounded like pearls.
Her nails were neatly trimmed, a natural pale pink, and her palms were soft and smooth, feeling as silky as if they would melt in one's hand.
Ye Guyi blushed crimson as Wang Chen held her small hand, thinking to herself, "Does Wang Chen like me too? Does he have feelings for me?"
After playing with her hand for a while, Wang Chen released her hand, then a mischievous smile appeared on his lips as he said to Ye Guyi, "Guyi, that was a good massage, just don't get
too carried away next time." Ye Guyi's cheeks turned almost red, perhaps from embarrassment. She jumped up and ran away.
Looking at Ye Guyi's blushing cheeks, Wang Chen felt a surge of pleasure.
Teasing a young girl was simply too much fun.
Despite Ye Guyi's exceptionally well-developed figure—curvaceous, easily too large to be grasped with one hand—she was, in other aspects, like a blank sheet of paper, pure and pristine.
A blank sheet is easier to paint on; compared to scribbling on colorful paper, Wang Chen preferred starting from scratch.
He enjoyed the process of transforming the blank paper into his desired vibrant picture, much like a farmer loosening the soil and fertilizing a fruit tree, ultimately yielding delicious fruit.
Looking at Ye Guyi, Wang Chen thought of Meng Hongchen. As her childhood sweetheart, Meng Hongchen naturally had a stronger emotional connection than Ye Guyi and would undoubtedly become her first wife.
However, Wang Chen wasn't entirely indifferent to Ye Guyi; otherwise, he wouldn't have helped her.
As for choosing between Meng Hongchen and Ye Guyi? Wang Chen declared that a true man never makes choices, but rather wants them all.
Had he cultivated such immense strength only to make such a choice?
If he were always timid and hesitant, what use would his cultivation be?
Wang Chen's personality became increasingly apparent as his strength grew. He acted according to his own will, unwilling to be controlled or restrained by anyone, and accustomed to assertive control.
For those he liked, Wang Chen's first thought was to win them over. He wasn't the kind of weakling who would push away women he liked or had been ambiguous with.
Seeing Ye Guyi leave, several maids immediately brought bath towels and robes to Wang Chen's side, saying, "My lord, it's getting late, you should rest."
Wang Chen got up from the bath, then shook off the water droplets with his soul power, before taking the robes and putting them on.
Looking at the maids, remembering how they had interrupted him while he was talking to Ye Guyi, Wang Chen reprimanded them, "Miss Ye Guyi is my friend, and even more so, my guest, understand?"
The maids looked at Wang Chen; an invisible aura enveloped them, making their legs weak. They immediately understood that they were merely servants serving their lord and needed to recognize their place.
They immediately admitted their mistake, saying, "My lord, we know we were wrong."
Seeing that the maids seemed to understand, Wang Chen nodded and waved his hand, signaling them to leave. Then Wang Chen began to rest.