Shi Che uttered a light chuckle, said nothing, and simply continued drinking his wine.
Zheng Rourou’s eyes shifted. Although Shi Che was not stingy about spending money on her, in other aspects, she seemed rather dispensable to him.
Shi Che would look for her only after a long time, mostly to accompany him at social events. After the events were over, he would send her home, never spending the night at her place, not even going in for a cup of coffee.
Her repeated invitations were all firmly declined, and even this time, she had found out on her own that Che was here and came over by herself.
She felt that if she could not take a step closer to Shi Che, perhaps one day, Shi Che would no longer want her, and then she would really lose out. A patron like him, she was absolutely unwilling to let go.
Whether it was the noisy surroundings or not, Shi Che’s brow furrowed tightly, his handsome face coloring with a hint of discomfort. His body leaned back into the chair, his eyes closing slightly.
Zheng Rourou was worried she had no opportunity to show off, but seeing Shi Che , a glint appeared in her eyes. She stood up from the sofa, walked behind it to Shi Che’s back, stretched out her hands, and placed her slender fingers on the temples of Shi Che, gently massaging them.
She knew that Shi Che had a problem with headaches when he drank or was in a bad mood. She remembered the first time she saw Shi Che; it was at a dinner party, where everyone was clinking glasses and drinking, only he was sitting alone on the sofa, closing his eyes in feigned rest with his brow constantly furrowed.
No one dared to disturb him, and at first, neither did she. But she could tell Shi Che was uncomfortable, and having learned massage before, she decided to take a gamble—and maybe hitch herself to this wealthy patron.
And indeed, she gambled correctly.
It was her bold approach to massage Shi Che that naturally led her to stay by his side, enjoying the envious glances from everyone around.
Zheng Rourou’s fingers touched Shi Che’s temples, massaging with varying pressure. Shi Che appeared to slightly open his eyes, glanced at her, then seemed not to.
Seeing that Shi Che did not intend to stop her, Zheng Rourou’s heart settled down, and she became even more earnest in massaging him.
The others, seeing them , tactfully got up and left one by one, each taking their own lady with them. After a while, the large private room was left with only the two of them.
Zheng Rourou slightly lowered her gaze, looking at Shi Che, whose eyes were slightly closed, his lips tightly pressed, his brow furrowed, gradually relaxing with her massage.
The contours of his beautiful features were defined; each line and curve seemed like God’s most meticulous sculpture. Just looking at him made it hard for one to resist sinking in.
Zheng Rourou’s eyes gradually filled with a smitten glare, her heart beginning to beat wildly. Her hands, which had been properly massaging, involuntarily began to slide down along his contours.