Chapter 75: Chapter 75: He and She Lock Eyes
The temples are referred to as “Extraordinary Acupoints” in traditional Chinese acupuncture and meridian studies, and the massage technique to relieve their pain is also quite particular.
Gu Siting lay down on the massage chair, and Ming Yao stood behind him, massaging his temples.
Her fingertips were slightly cool, pressing on his temples with just the right amount of force.
The throbbing pain in Gu Siting’s head eased considerably for a while.
Closing his eyes, sleepiness overwhelmed him.
Having experienced too much from a young age had made him sharp and vigilant.
He rarely fell asleep in front of others, but now, he found himself trusting the little maid behind him a bit.
Half an hour later, Ming Yao looked at the man who had fallen asleep, and she stopped the massage.
With the sharpness and edge softened in slumber, the contours of his face under the light carried a few traces of unguarded elegance.
Yet, the aura of keeping others at bay still hadn’t faded, appearing cold and difficult to approach.
But, cold as he may be, he sure was quite handsome.
No wonder the Miss from the Zhou Family wanted to climb into his bed.
Ming Yao took a thin blanket from the wardrobe and covered the man with it.
Aunt Zhong had told her that even when Gu Siting was asleep, he needed the light on; the room couldn’t be pitch-black. After leaving a wall lamp on, she left his bedroom.
The next day, as the sky began to lighten with a pale glow, Gu Siting woke up from his sleep.
He had almost slept through to dawn last night, feeling completely refreshed.
He couldn’t remember the last time he had gone to sleep before the early morning.
His head didn’t seem to hurt anymore either.
Gu Siting looked down at the blanket covering him, and a softness flashed across his eyes that even he didn’t notice.
They say he’s unapproachable, cold, and aloof, but in truth, he too had longed for warmth.
But who had ever offered him warmth?
As a child, he nearly died. Besides the old lady, who really cared?
He closed his deep eyes, tinged with faint red blood vessels, and when he opened them again, there was no longer any abnormality.
He had returned to being that cold, arrogant, exalted Fourth Master Gu.
When Gu Siting came downstairs, Ming Yao was already cooking breakfast.
He walked up behind her and coughed softly, “Gu Fuzhen, make some pastries later. You’ll accompany me to the Mu Family.”
The Mu Family?
To Mu Chengjin’s family?
The most important thing for a little maid was to do what the master asked, without asking too many questions.
“Yes.”
After preparing the pastries, Ming Yao took a ride in Gu Siting’s car to the Mu Family.
Before heading to the Mu Family, Gu Siting made a detour to pick up Yanxi.
When Yanxi saw Ming Yao in the back seat, he was first taken aback, then clicked his tongue, “Fourth Brother, aren’t you being a bit too biased? I’ve asked to borrow your little maid several times, and you refused. Chengjin didn’t even ask, and you’re bringing her over voluntarily!”
Gu Siting tossed a box of pastries at Yanxi, “Cut the chatter.”
Yanxi opened the pastry box, saw the exquisite treats inside, and took a bite.
“Holy shit, this is too delicious!” Yanxi turned to look at Ming Yao, sitting primly in the back, “Gu Fuzhen, you’re truly a gem of a maid. I’ll offer you four times the salary—consider switching over—mmph!”
His unfinished words were abruptly silenced as a pastry from Gu Siting’s hand found its way precisely into his mouth.
Witnessing this, Ming Yao couldn’t help but chuckle.
But as she laughed, she realized something was amiss; the man driving the car was looking at her through the rearview mirror.
The moment their eyes met, Gu Siting narrowed his deep black eyes slightly.
This little maid, when she smiled, oddly resembled that woman.
Lately, had he been thinking about that woman a bit too frequently?
Was it because of the presence of this little maid?