Love Rival Is Getting Prettier Everyday - Chap 80
Chapter 80: Massage
“You are here too.” Shen Jintai stopped in front of him and joked, “If your body is dirty, I won’t hug you anymore.”
Yan Qiuchi thought silently, ‘Not dirty…’
“Long time no see,” he said as he looked at Shen Jintai. Only when Shen Jintai got closer to him did he see the scars on his forehead.
“It’s been a long time since I saw you.” Shen Jintai stretched out his hand, shook Yan Qiuchi’s hand, and immediately let it go. His eyes had already turned to Mrs. Yan. “Auntie Fang!”
His voice was filled with joy. Yan Qiuchi felt that Shen Jintai’s enthusiasm for him was like a discounted gift from a supermarket.
Mrs. Yan didn’t care if he was dirty. She simply hugged him, “I heard you were injured. Are you okay?”
“How do you know?” Shen Jintai asked surprisingly.
“Auntie asked me, and I told her,” Xiao Tang confessed honestly.
“I also have undercover agents by your side.” Mrs. Yan let him go with a smile and saw the wound on his forehead. “Is this it?”
Shen Jintai “I was hit by a rock, but I’m okay.”
Mrs. Yan: “In the future, you still have to pay more attention to making this kind of movie. You are an actor and need to rely on this face to eat.”
Shen Jintai nodded.
Xiao Tang brought a few bottles of mineral water over. Shen Jintai bent over and poured the water from the bottle directly onto his face. After the dirt was washed away, it revealed a clear complexion. It was still fair and tender. Not too tanned. His lips were still rosy, which paired well with his white teeth.
“Your uniform looks good,” Mrs. Yan said.
Shen Jintai said, “I still have a better-looking one with a badge.”
Perhaps him acting as a soldier affected his personal temperament. Shen Jintai looked even more upright. His good figure looked particularly stoic in the uniform. His lush lips and white teeth neutralize the soldier’s temperament, creating an overall feeling of…
Yan Qiuchi didn’t know how to put it into words. He just thought it was very special. There were many actors who played soldiers, but Shen Jintai was unique among them.
Being a big boss in the industry, when the crew heard that Yan Qiuchi was coming, the producer, director, and other important staff came to meet them. They made an appointment to have dinner together in the evening.
While Yan Qiuchi and the director were chatting, Mrs. Yan followed Shen Jintai and toured the set. There were several fighter jets parked nearby, and many yellow mud houses were built. Under the blazing sun and the loess around them, she felt as if she we back an era in a daze. A sound blasting from a distance startled her.
The crew had arranged a hotel in a local county town nearby. They usually didn’t go back until work was done in the evening, but the schedule had been adjusted in advance so that Shen Jintai had no scenes in the afternoon. As such, he escorted them to the hotel.
The hotel was a seven-story western-style building. The corridor faced a lake that was yellow, like the environment. There was a group of ducks waddling on it. The county town was relatively underdeveloped, and the hotel was on the outskirts of town. Looking around, there were no high-rise buildings.
The room was incomparable to the one he had arranged when he was with the East Palace crew. The rooms weren’t large and relatively simple. Mrs. Yan inspected the area as her brows never relaxed.
“The conditions are a little worse, but this is already the best hotel in the county,” Shen Jintai said.
On the balcony was all of Shen Jintai’s underwear. The filming conditions here were difficult. With the weather being so hot, it was easy to sweat. He had used disposable underwear at first, but later wore ordinary cotton shorts. He washed them himself daily and set them up to dry on the balcony.
When Yan Qiuchi got to the balcony, he caught sight of the black boxers that Shen Jintai was wearing. He suddenly recalled the thong that Shen Jintai had worn before. People’s filters really do change when their feelings change. He used to feel disgust and aversion when he thought of that image of Shen Jintai wearing that thong… Now it made his heart feel as if it would burst.
Would Shen Jintai still wear such a thing now that he is so upright?
Li Meilan’s eyes never left Yan Qiuchi. She had been secretly looking at him from the corner of her eyes. She didn’t see anything out of place as Yan Qiuchi looked the same as always. He rarely smiled and didn’t talk much. Just standing there gave people a feeling of majesty and lightness. He was not always indifferent, though. If she talked to him, he would respond politely, obviously a sign of the upbringing of a rich son.
Mrs. Yan: “How long will you stay here?”
“It will take more than half a month,” Shen Jintai said. “We have very few studio shots of this drama. It is all real scenes. Next month, we will move to the Republic of China Film and Television City to shoot the bombing scene.”
Since they came all the way here, they decided to stay for the night. When Mrs. Yan and the others went to book a hotel room, Shen Jintai took the opportunity to shower. After finishing, he had a meal together with them. Everyone was tired, so they all went back to their rooms to rest. Yan Qiuchi was restless, so he left his room. As he came out, he saw Xiao Tang leading a middle-aged man into Shen Jintai’s room.
He froze for a moment and stood in the corridor for a long while.
After a while, Xiao Tang came out. When he saw Yan Qiuchi, he hurriedly greeted him, “President Yan.”
“Is he still working at this time?” Yan Qiuchi asked.
“No, Brother Jin has been tired from shooting recently. His body is sore, and he can’t sleep, so he asks for a masseuse to massage him.”
The masseuse was a man in his forties. He was a master at his craft, with a long line of ancestors in the field. A single touch from his hand made everything easier. Shen Jintai had become addicted to massages recently and would invite him to come and massage him almost daily. Taking advantage of the free time between now and the dinner event, he asked Xiao Tang to call the masseuse.
He had a lot of pain everywhere and needed to use medicated oil during the massage, so he usually only wore his underwear during the sessions.
When Yan Qiuchi came in, Shen Jintai was lying on the mat watching a video on his phone. He looked up and saw it was Yan Qiuchi, so he greeted him.
“Hello.” The masseuse nodded at him with a smile, but his hands didn’t stop. He continued to rub Shen Jintai’s waist with the palm of his hand. His waist was covered with a white towel, and at the end were two long fair legs protruding out.
Yan Qiuchi: “…”
He thought Shen Jintai was naked and wasn’t wearing anything.
“Do you want a massage too?” Shen Jintai said. “Master Liu has very good technique.”
Master Liu glanced up at Yan Qiuchi and gave a smile. Yan Qiuchi sat down next to him and started chatting with him. His eyes would glance at Shen Jintai from time to time. His back was covered with medicinal oil that gave it a slick, shiny look. This gave his body a very sexy feeling, especially with the scars on his back. Seeing Master Liu’s hands touching Shen Jintai’s back, Yan Qiuchi couldn’t help but feel a little unhappy.
He shouldn’t feel jealous, angry, or upset. He had gotten massages done before, and they were an enjoyable and legitimate service. Master Liu was skillful and wasn’t eating tofu*.
*(吃豆腐) Refers to molesting/taking advantage of others.
Shen Jintai became embarrassed. He didn’t expect Yan Qiuchi to visit at this time and also to stay here. He thought Yan Qiuchi was just coming in for a quick look, but then he actually sat down and didn’t leave.
He was just getting a regular massage. There was nothing shady going on, but given his relationship with Yan Qiuchi, he felt it was inappropriate to lie almost naked in front of him like this. He had been propped up by his elbow as he was watching a video on his phone. He turned it off and laid completely down.
Yan Qiuchi suddenly said, “I actually know a little bit.”
Shen Jintai turned his head and asked, “Do you?”
“When I was a child, I often saw adults inviting masseuses to come to the house for massages. I often follow them for pocket money,” Yan Qiuchi said.
If he got together with Shen Jintai, he’d definitely find an expert masseuse to learn from. When he learned well, he would be able to give good messages to Shen Jintai.
After all, Shen Jintai’s body… It was best that only he could…
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