Looking at Wang Chen, Ye Guyi couldn't help but let her imagination run wild.
If it weren't for the few maids standing nearby, watching her intently, she might have done something outrageous.
Ye Guyi took a deep breath, trying to suppress the turmoil in her heart.
But the blush on her pretty face and her increasingly uneven breathing showed that the deep breath had no effect. On the contrary, because she inhaled Wang Chen's scent, she only became more restless.
After all, Ye Guyi was still a young girl with little experience. She couldn't bear the temptation of seeing the person she liked bathing before her, eyes closed and unaware.
For a moment, Ye Guyi felt as though she could no longer control her hands.
As the massage continued, her movements gradually grew bolder. What started as kneading shifted to gentle stroking, and then slowly began to wander.
Her fingers slid down from Wang Chen's shoulders to his back.
As her small movements continued, Ye Guyi's heart pounded wildly. She was terrified Wang Chen would rebuke her.
After a while, she noticed that Wang Chen still had his eyes closed, silently absorbing the power of the medicinal bath, seemingly unaware of her actions.
Her courage grew. Her fingers gently roamed across Wang Chen's back, tracing the relaxed lines of his muscles. Her heartbeat quickened, her breathing became shallow.
Though she tried to restrain herself, her fingers slid lower down his back and gradually moved toward his chest.
Wang Chen still had his eyes closed, showing no reaction. Seeing this, Ye Guyi softly pressed her fingers against his chest muscles, feeling the firmness and elasticity of his skin.
Her fingers traced light circles across his chest. When her fingertips brushed over his well-defined muscles, her heart skipped a beat, and her cheeks burned hotter.
Yet she couldn't bring herself to stop. Her fingers drifted lower, gliding over his abdomen, where she felt the distinct ridges of his eight-pack.
Her touch lingered, her pulse racing faster, her courage growing stronger with every passing second.
But in her dizzy state, Ye Guyi failed to notice that the once-turbid medicinal bath had turned clear—the medicinal essence had already been fully absorbed by Wang Chen.
As the last traces of energy sank into his body, Wang Chen opened his eyes and caught Ye Guyi's wandering hands.
Turning his head toward her, Wang Chen smiled faintly and teased,
"Guyi, your skills are getting more and more proficient."
Startled by his sudden voice, Ye Guyi's face flushed scarlet. She raised her head, meeting Wang Chen's deep gaze, and panic filled her eyes.
She quickly looked away, not daring to meet his gaze, and stammered an excuse for her earlier boldness:
"After pressing the shoulders and back, it's also necessary to massage the front, so the medicine can be absorbed evenly."
Hearing this, the maids nearby whispered under their breath:
"Shameless…"
"Too forward…"
"Disgraceful…"
Although their voices were low, Ye Guyi's sharp senses as a Soul Master easily caught them.
She glanced at the maids but said nothing—clearly unwilling to stoop to argue.
Wang Chen smiled slightly, reached out, and gently held Ye Guyi's jade-like hand, admiring and toying with it.
She had just played with his body for so long—surely it was only fair for him to play with the "culprit" a little in return.
He squeezed. He kneaded. Wang Chen felt amused.
Her hands were slender and soft, white as snow with a faint pink glow. The fingers were long, the joints well-defined yet graceful, and the fingertips rounded like pearls.
Her nails were neatly trimmed, shining with a natural rosy hue. Her palms were smooth and delicate, soft as silk—so tender they seemed as if they might melt into his touch.
Held in Wang Chen's grasp, Ye Guyi's hand trembled. Her face reddened even further, and she thought, Does Wang Chen like me too? Does he feel the same way?
After playing with her hand for a moment, Wang Chen let go, a mischievous smile tugging at his lips.
"Guyi, you did well. Just remember not to press too hard next time."
Ye Guyi's cheeks were so red they looked ready to bleed. Overcome with embarrassment, she stood up abruptly and fled the room.
Wang Chen watched her blushing face disappear and couldn't help feeling a surge of amusement.
Teasing young girls was truly delightful.
Though Ye Guyi's figure was exceptionally well-developed—with elegant curves and a body impossible to grasp with one hand—in other ways she was as pure as a blank sheet of paper.
And blank paper was easy to paint upon. Wang Chen preferred to create a masterpiece from scratch rather than scribble over someone else's colors.
He enjoyed the process of turning simplicity into brilliance, just as a farmer enjoys nurturing fruit trees until they bear sweet fruit.
As he thought of Ye Guyi, another face surfaced in his mind—Meng Hongchen. She was his childhood sweetheart, closer to him emotionally than anyone else, and destined to become his principal wife.
But that didn't mean Wang Chen felt nothing for Ye Guyi. If he were truly indifferent, he wouldn't have helped her at all.
As for choosing between Meng Hongchen and Ye Guyi?
Wang Chen simply smiled. Real men don't make choices—they take it all.
Did he cultivate such strength just to face multiple-choice questions?
If he feared taking what he wanted, what was the point of power?
As his strength grew, so did Wang Chen's domineering nature. He followed his own heart in all things, refused to be controlled, and sought to command everything around him.
When it came to the women he liked, his first instinct was to claim them all. Wang Chen was not the kind of weak man who would push away women he loved or with whom he shared affection.
When Ye Guyi left, several maids immediately approached Wang Chen with bath towels and a nightgown.
"Sir, it's getting late. It's time to rest," one of them said softly.
Wang Chen rose from the bath, releasing a pulse of soul power that shook all the water droplets from his body. He took the nightgown and put it on.
Then, glancing at the maids—remembering how they had interrupted earlier—he said calmly,
"Miss Ye Guyi is my friend, and more importantly, my guest. Do you understand?"
An invisible pressure filled the room, making the maids' legs tremble. They instantly understood their place—they were merely servants attending to their master.
They bowed their heads and said in unison,
"Sir, we understand. We were wrong."
Seeing that they had learned their lesson, Wang Chen nodded slightly and waved them away.
Then, he finally lay down to rest.