Chapter 22: Amy: So Tired
Li Changsheng smiled helplessly, picked up Amy’s slender legs, and lifted them onto his own lap as he leaned his chair to the side. He gently placed her legs across his thighs, then carefully removed her little black ankle boots, pulling off her white socks as well.
Amy remained obedient, letting him move her as he wished. Once the socks were off, her fair, pink little feet were revealed.
Both Amy and her clothes seemed freshly washed, exuding a pleasant scent of laundry detergent mixed with a faint trace of her own fragrance.
Under the light, Amy’s body seemed almost to glow, making her look especially beautiful.
Li Changsheng paused, his brows twitching, sensing something was amiss.
At that moment, Amy’s voice sounded from the table, nasal and soft, “Boss, my whole body aches, can you give me a massage?” That instantly scattered his train of thought.
Li Changsheng shook his head, letting the matter go, and raised his hands to begin massaging Amy.
She had spent the past few days busy sorting inventory and stocking supplies, standing for long periods and leaving the muscles in her calves tight and tense.
In his past life, Li Changsheng had often exercised and was familiar with such things. After overexertion, lactic acid accumulates in the body, causing a deep sense of soreness and swelling. If left to the body’s own metabolism, it can take two or three days to fully recover.
But with massage, the metabolic process speeds up, and in just a day, most of the soreness fades.
Li Changsheng possessed the abilities of the G-organism, and his control over his own strength had become nearly flawless, so his massage was strong and even.
His large hands slid from Amy’s feet up to her calves.
Her ankles were delicate—he could feel the bone at a touch. He marveled that such slender legs could support Amy’s tall frame.
His hands traveled upward, kneading the smooth muscles, until he reached her calf muscles—long and supple, with excellent elasticity.
This was one of the sorest spots after long periods of standing. When Li Changsheng applied a bit of pressure, Amy inhaled sharply, a hiss escaping her lips.
Work must have been truly exhausting.
After massaging her calves for a while, he let his hands glide up her long thighs.
Amy seemed to be enjoying herself, her bright eyes gazing at Li Changsheng. “Boss, my shoulders are sore too.”
His arms weren’t long enough to reach above her knees, so Li Changsheng simply scooped her up in a princess carry and brought her to the sofa.
He had Amy lie face-down on his lap and began massaging her back. With just a bit of pressure, Amy let out another involuntary gasp.
It seemed her back muscles were sore as well.
Li Changsheng recalled a massage technique—he curled his index fingers, pressing the second knuckle against the tense muscles and gently rotating. Amy immediately began to gasp in sharp breaths.
His knuckles traced along her latissimus dorsi, from her shoulder blades to her ribs, then down to her waist and abdomen, kneading as he went.
But as soon as his fingers reached her waist, Amy burst out laughing, writhing and crying out, “It tickles!”
Li Changsheng soothed her, “Hold still, just a little longer and you’ll feel better.”
Hearing this, Amy lifted her head and bit down on a pillow, determined to endure a little longer, trusting his words.
Her squirming made it difficult for Li Changsheng too, so he sped up his movements.
But Amy was extremely ticklish.
Unable to bear it any longer, still biting the pillow, she cried out with laughter, “Boss, it’s too ticklish, I can’t take it!”
She twisted, trying to fend off Li Changsheng’s hands at her waist, but she was too soft and weak to resist, her body trembling with laughter.
The sight of her fair skin flashed before Li Changsheng’s eyes, making it hard for him to look away.
Yet the task was not done—he pressed on, sweat beading on his forehead.
He wasn’t sure how much time had passed.
So comfortable.
Amy felt warmth blossom wherever he massaged; the soreness had completely vanished, and she basked in the heat radiating from the man beside her.
She turned, stretched lazily, and draped her long legs across the other side of the couch, snuggling close to Li Changsheng.
If only things could stay like this forever…
The exhaustion wrought by the disaster seemed to melt away, and before long, she drifted into a deep sleep.
Li Changsheng could only smile wryly. It was too late to send her back now.
He simply carried Amy to the bed in the inner room.
Seeing her sleeping soundly, Li Changsheng no longer felt like reading. He took a cold shower, changed clothes, and leaned against the bed. Before long, he too fell asleep.
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The next morning, Li Changsheng woke up, feeling two soft mounds in his hands. He subconsciously gave a gentle squeeze—the sensation was exquisite.
Was he dreaming?
Suddenly the events of the previous night returned to him.
Li Changsheng instantly snapped awake. Last night, he had slept with Amy. Looking down, he saw his hand had somehow slipped inside her white tank top.
A sideways glance showed Amy still fast asleep on his shoulder, her delicate face serene, lashes curled, eyes tightly shut.
Relieved, Li Changsheng then noticed something strange—her heartbeat was rapid beneath his palm.
He tried to withdraw his hand, but hesitated. After a long moment with no reaction from Amy, he finally relaxed.
Slowly, he drew his hand from beneath her tank top, moving with painstaking care so as not to wake her.
His arm safely retrieved, Li Changsheng breathed a sigh of relief. If she’d caught him, she might think he’d taken advantage of her in her sleep—what a disgrace that would be.
He tried to get up, only to discover Amy’s long, supple leg draped across his waist, locking him in place.
He paused, thoughtful, making no further move. Noticing that Amy’s clothes were a bit rumpled, he reached over to tidy them, hoping to cover her up and avoid any misunderstandings.
He failed to notice the flush blooming on Amy’s white cheeks, her ears turning red, or the thin slit her lashes parted to watch him.
When his hand touched her again, Amy couldn’t help but let out a soft sound.
Startled, Li Changsheng withdrew his hand as if scalded.
Forget it…
He decided to keep pretending to sleep.
Amy stretched, opening her eyes, which seemed misty with tears. She turned to look at Li Changsheng, saw he was still feigning sleep, and snorted quietly to herself.
She had actually woken up long ago, but had been pretending to sleep.
Noticing the way the strap had fallen to her arm, Amy blushed again and hurriedly straightened her tank top.
Then she turned, trying to pull her leg back from Li Changsheng’s body.
As she did, she suddenly felt something hard against her. Realization dawned instantly, and her face turned even redder. Shameless man, she thought, biting her lip.
Raising her leg high, she finally managed to free herself.
Daylight was streaming in by now, and Amy dared not sleep any longer. She quietly lifted the covers, stole a kiss on Li Changsheng’s cheek, and tiptoed out of the room.