Time flew by, and evening arrived. In the main hall of Wang Chen's house, inside the guest room—
Ye Guyi lay on the soft, spacious bed, rolling over and over before finally hugging the quilt tightly in excitement.
The main hall of Wang Chen's residence was very large, with dozens of rooms of all sizes, including master rooms, guest rooms, and servant quarters. Ye Guyi and Zhao Yurou had been arranged to stay in one of the guest rooms.
After rolling around on the soft bed a few times, Ye Guyi's long golden hair became messy, but the excitement in her eyes did not diminish at all.
Originally, Ye Guyi had never thought about living in Wang Chen's home, but when Wang Chen mentioned it, she couldn't help agreeing.
Not only was it safer to live in Wang Chen's house—Aunt Zhao Yurou didn't have to worry about her past enemies—but it was also convenient for Ye Guyi to meet Wang Chen.
There's a saying: "Those closest to the water are the first to see the moon."
Now that she was living in Wang Chen's house and could see him at any time, it greatly benefited her pursuit of him.
Ye Guyi believed that after spending enough time together, Wang Chen would definitely fall in love with her.
She had always been very confident in her own appearance.
Thinking of this, Ye Guyi happily walked out of her room, ready to see what Wang Chen was doing.
At the same time, in the master room—
Wang Chen had just finished a day of training. Feeling quite tired, he immediately ordered the maids to prepare a medicinal bath.
The maids got busy one after another, pouring various pre-prepared medicinal extracts into the huge soul-guided bath.
Once the bath was activated, the medicinal liquid began to boil, and the rich fragrance quickly filled the entire room.
Just one of these baths cost thousands of gold soul coins. That might not seem like much, but if one soaked in it every day, the cost was far from small.
Wang Chen wasn't afraid of the heat. After all, his physique was no weaker than that of a powerful Soul Saint. He could easily tear steel plates apart with his bare hands—what did a little boiling liquid matter to him?
He took off his clothes and sat comfortably in the bath.
The medicinal bath helped him temper his body, relieve fatigue, and restore strength. Even if the improvement was small, over time, the gap between him and those who didn't use medicinal baths would only grow larger.
Several beautiful maids stood nearby, holding towels and medicine bottles, ready to massage Wang Chen.
Wang Chen closed his eyes and enjoyed the comfort brought by the bath.
At that moment, the door was gently pushed open—and Ye Guyi walked in.
She saw Wang Chen's bare upper body soaking in the bath, and a blush instantly appeared on her face. Her eyes couldn't help but linger on his body.
Wang Chen's skin gleamed under the steam, the smooth lines of his frame perfectly defined. His broad shoulders extended downward, outlining strong deltoid muscles that connected seamlessly to his tight chest.
His chest rose and fell slightly with his breathing, the well-defined muscles leading down to a clearly visible eight-pack that continued until it disappeared into his waist.
Wang Chen's body had been tempered by the Gold of Life, making his physique nearly perfect. His muscles were neither bloated nor thin—full of explosive power yet flexible, exuding strength without losing elegance or balance.
Ye Guyi's face turned even redder at the sight, and after a moment she snapped back to her senses.
She had only come to see what Wang Chen was doing and maybe chat with him, but she hadn't expected to walk in on him taking a medicinal bath.
Nor had she expected him to have such an incredible body—she had been completely entranced just now.
Embarrassed, Ye Guyi turned to leave—but then she noticed the maids beside Wang Chen rubbing and touching him with their hands.
The maids looked at Wang Chen's body with greedy eyes, almost drooling.
Seeing those shameless looks, the Black Angel in Ye Guyi's mind said angrily, "The master has never touched her, yet these maids touch him every day. This is truly unacceptable!"
The White Angel nodded in agreement. "That's right. These maids don't even know how to serve him properly. Their technique is unprofessional. I think the master should let us handle it."
At that moment, only one thought filled Ye Guyi's mind:
Let go of that man—and let me do it!
Ye Guyi took a deep breath, mustered up her courage, stepped forward, and said to the maids, "Thank you for your hard work. Step aside—I'll do it."
The maids froze. What? Why was this outsider trying to take over their job? Who even was she? Why should they listen to her? Just move aside, she said?
To an outsider, it might have looked like she was the mistress of the house.
The maids cursed inwardly but ignored Ye Guyi, continuing their massage as if nothing had happened.
Seeing that they didn't move, Ye Guyi straightened up and pushed them aside.
The maids immediately protested in irritation.
"Hey, what are you doing?"
"Sir, look at her~!"
Wang Chen had been calmly observing, amused by the commotion. When he saw what happened, he couldn't help laughing.
"Gu Yi, you've pushed away all my maids—then who's going to give me a massage?"
Ye Guyi blushed and whispered, "I… I can do it for you."
Then she added arrogantly, "Just think of it as my rent."
Wang Chen smiled slightly and didn't refuse.
"Then I'll trouble you."
The maids glared at Ye Guyi as she took their place. Seeing her beautiful face, their eyes turned red with jealousy.
Compared to Ye Guyi, they were like green leaves next to a flower—completely overshadowed.
Wang Chen closed his eyes again and leaned back against the edge of the bath, enjoying the steaming heat.
As for the maids' feelings, he naturally didn't care.
Ye Guyi walked up behind him, gently placed her hands on his shoulders, and began to massage him.
As a powerful Soul Master, Ye Guyi understood the structure of the human body quite well.
Although her technique was a bit inexperienced, her pressure points were accurate.
Feeling the pleasant touch on his shoulders, Wang Chen couldn't help giving her a thumbs-up.
Ye Guyi's small hands were as soft as silk—smooth and tender, far better than those of the maids.
Those maids were beauties themselves, but compared to Ye Guyi, they were far inferior—not just in looks, but also in the texture and warmth of her touch.
"Gu Yi, your technique is good," Wang Chen said softly with his eyes still closed, "but your proficiency needs some work."
Hearing his compliment, Ye Guyi lifted her little head proudly, her heart bursting with joy. Her hands began to move even more gently.
Her slender fingers kneaded Wang Chen's shoulders softly, feeling his moist skin and powerful muscles—and she couldn't help but feel her heart tremble.