51: Chapter 51 Taking the Field Personally...!

"All of you... get out!"

Su Wan's voice rang out suddenly, as cold as shards of ice hitting the ground.

Technician Chen Qingqing was still half-prostrate on Lu Cheng's back; she visibly stiffened at the words, and Technician Shen Lingling also stopped, turning to look at Su Wan in astonishment.

The next second, a chill radiated from Su Wan.

The edge of the carpet by her bed, the legs of the coffee table, the wooden floor beneath the massage bed, and even the faint, warm fragrance drifting in the air seemed to be suppressed by a layer of frost.

Fine white frost crept outward along the edges of her bare calves; the speed was not fast, but it was enough to make one's scalp tingle.

Technician Shen Lingling's face turned pale instantly.

She was merely an ordinary service staff member; while she did encounter martial artists from time to time, most were just here to relax. Who would suddenly pull something like this in a club?

It was too cold... so cold that goosebumps erupted on the backs of her hands, and she could even see faint white mist with every breath.

Technician Chen Qingqing's face drained of color. This was the 'Supreme Massage' package! Why were they unhappy after she had given them the massage?

If you were going to get angry, you shouldn't have ordered this; we have regular packages! She had really thought they didn't mind coming here for a massage with their partner!

Having been in this industry for a long time, her ability to read the room was far superior to the average person.

She had felt that something was off about the girl's aura earlier, but now, seeing Su Wan's face, which was cold enough to freeze, and the frost spreading across the floor, her heart skipped a beat.

Uh oh.

She had truly offended someone.

Without a moment's hesitation, she quickly pushed herself up from Lu Cheng's back, scrambling to pull up her slipped shoulder straps and clothes, her voice laced with panic.

"Sorry, sorry, we're leaving right now!"

Technician Shen Lingling, unable to care about anything else, hurriedly backed away from the bed and lowered her head to grab her belongings.

While tidying her clothes, Technician Chen Qingqing forced a professional smile, attempting to salvage the situation.

"Miss, please don't misunderstand, this is just our standard service procedure..."

"Get out."

Su Wan only said two words.

Her voice was even colder.

Technician Chen Qingqing felt a chill run down her spine; she dared not linger any longer and dragged Technician Shen Lingling toward the exit. As she reached the door, she instinctively grabbed the spare coat she had left inside.

The door opened and closed.

The sound of footsteps quickly faded away.

The entire private room fell silent.

Only the soft hum of the air conditioning and the faint sound of bubbles rising in the drink bottles on the coffee table remained.

Lu Cheng remained lying on the bed, completely bewildered. It took him two seconds before he slowly raised his head and turned to look at Su Wan.

They were the only two people left in the room.

Lu Cheng glanced at Su Wan, whose chill was still spiking. Was this woman planning to kill him to silence him?

His mouth twitched. The only thought in his mind was: Didn't you bring me here yourself?

He slowly sat up, pulled his bathrobe tighter around himself, and spoke tentatively.

"Um..."

Su Wan stood where she was, silent for a few seconds, before the chill radiating from her slowly receded.

The white frost on the floor stopped spreading.

She let out a soft breath and looked up at Lu Cheng, her expression still tense.

"I didn't expect..."

She paused, as if choosing her words carefully.

"Or rather, when I came in, I did consider the possibility of something like this happening."

Lu Cheng: "..."

With that, his expression became even more subtle. What did she mean by 'considering the possibility'?

What kind of mindset did she have when she brought him here?

Su Wan seemed not to notice his expression and continued:

"However, I didn't expect them to dare to do something like that right in front of me."

Her tone was very serious when she said this—so serious that Lu Cheng didn't know where to begin with his retort.

Actually... those young ladies were quite professional.

At the very least, their service attitude was impeccable; they knew exactly where to press, their improvisation was sharp, and they even knew how to provide emotional value.

Of course, Lu Cheng only dared to think this to himself. Looking at Su Wan's current expression, he suspected that if he dared to say it out loud, his shoulders would be covered in frost the next second.

So, he wisely kept his mouth shut.

The room was silent for two seconds.

Su Wan suddenly looked over at him.

Her gaze was very solemn.

So solemn that Lu Cheng's heart skipped a beat again.

"As an apology..."

She spoke slowly.

"I will give you a massage."

Lu Cheng froze.

He even suspected he had misheard her.

"?"

Su Wan looked at him, her ears turning slightly red, though she tried hard to maintain a calm expression.

"I said, I will give you a massage."

Lu Cheng was completely dumbfounded.

If anyone else had said that, it would have been normal, but coming from Su Wan, the impact was doubled.

This woman, who was usually cold and aloof, often radiating an aura like she was about to draw a sword and hack someone, was now actually offering to give him a massage?

Lu Cheng waved his hands subconsciously.

"No... there's no need for that."

He said it quickly.

"I've actually already rested enough."

After saying this, he felt a chill run down his own back.

Wait a minute.

Why was she suddenly so eager...

Was she planning to do it herself so she could kill him to silence him in the process?

If such a dark history were to get out...

Before this thought could even fully form in Lu Cheng's mind, Su Wan had already moved.

She didn't give him another chance to refuse and strode right over.

Her footsteps were light but swift.

Before Lu Cheng could fully react, she was already standing by the massage bed, looking down at him with an excessively calm tone.

"Lie down."

Lu Cheng: "..."

Why did those two words sound so oppressive?

His Adam's apple bobbed; he felt inexplicably like he was heading to the execution ground.

Su Wan seemed to realize her tone was too harsh. She paused slightly, then took a deep breath, as if preparing herself mentally.

A few seconds later, she slowly exhaled, and the corners of her lips were forced into a smile.

The smile was faint, stiff, and carried a distinctly awkward, professional air.

Then, she spoke.

"Technician Xiao Wan... at your service."

When Lu Cheng heard this, goosebumps instantly erupted all over him.

It was too terrifying.

Truly.

She usually spoke in a cold, aloof manner, so hearing her force a tone like that wasn't gentle at all—it was just horrifying.

Lu Cheng almost bolted off the bed.

"Could you... maybe just speak normally?"

"Shut up. Lie down."

"Oh."

Lu Cheng obediently lay back down. He knew very well that it was best not to provoke her.

Su Wan stood by the bed, looking down at Lu Cheng's back. She appeared calm on the surface, but inside, she was in turmoil.

The system task was still active.

Give Lu Cheng a massage and reach a certain level of satisfaction.

She had originally intended to learn by observing, but the plan had fallen apart, and now she had no choice but to do it herself.

But the problem was... she had absolutely no idea how.

In her past life, she had fought her way to the top—cultivating, waging war, seizing the throne, and suppressing various factions. She had done everything, but she had never given anyone a massage...

Su Wan pursed her lips, struggling to recall the movements of the two technicians from earlier.

First, press the shoulders...

Then, push along the back...

Then, find the tight spots and knead them out.

Was that... about right?

She tentatively placed her hands on Lu Cheng's shoulders.

As soon as her fingers touched him, Lu Cheng's body tensed slightly.

"What are you nervous about?"

Su Wan asked in a low voice.

Lu Cheng's face was buried in the face cradle, his voice muffled.

"It's mainly because of your current state; it's hard for me not to be nervous."

Su Wan: "..."

She didn't want to talk anymore.

The next second, she began to apply pressure.

"Ugh...!"

Lu Cheng almost lost his breath.

Su Wan paused.

"Does it hurt?"

Lu Cheng's temple throbbed, but he answered honestly.

"It's... it's okay."

Just kidding. With the buff from Lone Hero... though it seemed he didn't have that active right now.

But with the buff from Hardening Pulse, he couldn't exactly say it hurt...

Hardening Pulse... An idea formed in Lu Cheng's mind. Since he hadn't had a sparring partner lately, using Su Wan's massage to temper his martial skills (and farm experience) seemed like a good choice.

Hearing that, Su Wan felt a bit more settled. It seemed it wasn't a big problem!

So, she continued...

However, her second hand landed half an inch off, pressing right onto Lu Cheng's nerve, causing him to shudder violently.

[Hardening Pulse: Experience + 2]

"Hiss!!"

"Here?"

"Yeah... maybe..."

Lu Cheng was already talking nonsense. The girl had kindly invited him for a massage and was now giving it to him herself—what else could he say?

Su Wan frowned. She felt that something about the sensation wasn't quite right.

When those two technicians were massaging earlier, it had looked so easy. Why was it so awkward when she did it?

She changed angles and pushed her hands down along Lu Cheng's back.

Her movements were very stiff.

The distribution of force was also very strange.

In some places, it was ridiculously heavy, while in others, it was light and airy—there was absolutely no technique to it.

Lying on the bed, Lu Cheng felt less like he was getting a massage and more like... a white pig at a rural banquet that had just been scalded and pinned to a cutting board to be scraped.

But he didn't dare say a word—truly, not a single word.

After all, the only reason Su Wan was willing to do this herself was because of what had just happened.

If she started feeling more embarrassed the longer she massaged, and then looked up to find him being picky...

Lu Cheng didn't want his teammate to lose face...

And so, a very strange scene unfolded in the room.

Su Wan, expressionless, tried to recall the technician's movements and replicate them with great difficulty.

Lu Cheng lay on the bed, his shoulders twitching and his back tightening from time to time as she pressed, his facial expression held together entirely by sheer willpower.

"How about this?"

"That's good."

"Here?"

"That's... also good."

"Is the pressure too heavy?"

"Just right."

Listening to this feedback, Su Wan felt even more confused.

She had absolutely no experience; she felt like she was doing it all wrong, yet Lu Cheng was saying it was all good?

In that case, satisfaction for this session was in the bag.

She looked down at him.

Lu Cheng's face was buried, so she couldn't see his expression, only that his ears were slightly red—she couldn't tell if it was from the heat or from holding it in.

Su Wan pursed her lips and continued the massage.

Half an hour passed just like that.

Although her technique remained raw and could hardly be called professional, Su Wan was, after all, a martial artist with a keen perception of body structure, and she was gradually adjusting her strength. In the final few minutes, she actually managed to stumble upon success—like a blind cat finding a dead mouse—and worked out two particularly tight spots on Lu Cheng's shoulders and back.

Lu Cheng let out a breath, feeling his whole body relax a bit.

She withdrew her hands and shook her slightly sore wrists, just about to say "We're done," when a commotion suddenly erupted outside the door.

At first, it was muffled, separated by the hallway.

Then, the noise grew closer, mixed with the sound of doors being slammed and shouting, instantly tightening the atmosphere in the room that had just begun to ease.

"What the hell are you doing?! Is this how you serve me?!"