On his way back, Shen Hao was exhausted and feeling sleepy. As he looked at Song Yongci, who was still standing motionless, he asked, "Are you planning to stand there like that?"
Song Yongci, who had been waiting for Shen Hao's instructions, quickly responded, "Oh, Young Master, please wait, I'll go boil some water right away."
Shen Hao was a bit taken aback. What he actually meant was for Song Yongci to rest, but he didn't expect her to misunderstand.
Although Song Yongci was bought as Shen Hao's servant, she still had to get used to the lifestyle of a master. It's not something one can understand immediately—just like a new car needs to be broken in, right?
About half an hour later, Song Yongci came over with a basin of water and placed it beside Shen Hao.
Softly, she said, "Young Master, you must be tired after a long day. Let me help you wash your feet."
Shen Hao nodded and didn't refuse.
Buying a servant was meant for enjoyment, not to treat them like a parent to a child.
Song Yongci gently helped Shen Hao remove his shoes and socks, carefully placing his feet into the basin.
She asked with a soft voice, "Young Master, is the water too hot?"
"Mm, it's just right."
Song Yongci smiled sweetly and said, "That's good. Please soak for a while, I'll help massage your shoulders."
With that, she moved behind Shen Hao, and her hands, delicate like spring onions, began massaging his shoulders.
Shen Hao closed his eyes and relaxed, enjoying the sensation. The pressure was just right. It felt really good.
Ah, the evils of feudal society. I must criticize it.
While massaging, Song Yongci curiously asked, "Young Master, how's the pressure?"
"It's great, very enjoyable. You're good at this," Shen Hao replied.
Hearing this, Song Yongci blushed and said, "Young Master is joking. I've learned some acupressure and massage techniques from my father. I'm glad you don't mind."
"Of course not, I think it's excellent."
Shen Hao closed his eyes and continued to enjoy the massage, not saying much.
After about five minutes, Song Yongci began massaging his feet gently. When the water started cooling down, she finally dried Shen Hao's feet.
"You rest for a bit, I'll go prepare the bed," she said.
"Mm, go ahead."
A few minutes later, Song Yongci's voice came from the other room.
"You can sleep now, Young Master."
"Coming."
When Shen Hao opened the door and walked in, he paused for a moment, seeing Song Yongci looking away, lying in the bed.
"This is...?" Shen Hao asked.
Song Yongci replied seriously, "Young Master, I'm your servant."
For a moment, Shen Hao was taken aback.
The feudal system really does some damage, but Shen Hao was still rather traditional in his own way, enjoying this kind of tradition which is absent in the modern world.
It felt like he was experiencing history.
Clearing his throat, Shen Hao said, "This may not be appropriate."
"Young Master, it's still a bit chilly here at night. Since you've just soaked your feet, you shouldn't catch a cold. Come to bed, please," Song Yongci said in a voice almost like a whisper.
...
If it weren't for Shen Hao's sharp hearing, he might not have caught it.
With his physique now in peak form after practicing for months, he had strength and vitality.
Shen Hao was not exactly a perfect man, and he wasn't someone with immense self-discipline either.
He wasn't one of those unbreakable types, and these kinds of tests were hard for him to pass.
However, once something touched him, his enthusiasm quickly diminished. He shook his head and said, "Let's leave it for now. You're not feeling well, and it's that time of the month. We can wait a few more days. Good things come to those who wait."
"Young Master, my body is fine," Song Yongci whispered.
"Cough, cough, no, this isn't right. But, there is another way," Shen Hao cleared his throat and said.
"Another way?"
"You did a good job with the massage. How about we change the place and try your skills there?"
"Young Master, I'm not sure if I'm doing it right."
"Oh yes, yes, yes," Shen Hao replied.