Ginza.

A bubble bath salon.

The boss Jiang, who visited more than once, didn't wear the Ultraman mask this time. He tilted the brim of his sports cap and walked in.

Twenty minutes later.

He was already with a bare upper body, wearing cotton shorts provided by the shop, lying on a comfortable big bed.

The shop's ace technician, elusive as a dragon's tail, was kneeling by the bed, her soft feet curled, creating slight folds, diligently massaging.

This time, she wasn't wearing stockings, her legs bare, though the short skirt helped cover the thighs. However, because of her posture, it stretched up by two centimeters, revealing she wasn't even wearing safety shorts. If she moved any larger, she might expose herself.

Now, this is the kind of service expected.

Going to this place while bringing Youmao and Daoist Duanmu is clearly inappropriate, but as a valued customer, the shop will surely guarantee his safety.

Moreover.

Before coming, Boss Jiang intentionally disguised himself, with sports shoes hanging on the rack full of youthful vibes, young and energetic.

"I prefer the stronger points."

Lying down, Boss Jiang reasonably made his request.

Compared to this kind of occasion, he actually prefers meeting in that haunted house. After all, ghosts might only attack mentally, they can't physically hurt, but humans are different.

But he has no choice.

Following his request, the pair of hands, probably never have done hard work, increased the strength on his back a little bit.

To be honest.

The technique is as always, still mediocre, made little progress compared to last time, but who really cares about the massage technique being excellent in a place like this?

Isn't it all about mental relaxation?

"Is this okay?"

"Mm."

Jiang Chen expressed satisfaction, arms resting on his chin, "Did Fujiwara Takuya really not trouble you?"

"Didn't he? How about you check, Jiang-san?"

As she spoke, Fujiwara Reiki's hands never stopped, slowly moving down along the guest's strong back curve, reaching the upper edge of his buttocks, continuing the knead.

"Seems like there's still a care for kinship."

Jiang Chen let out a small breath.

"Of course, after all, we share the same surname."

Fujiwara Reiki made a pun and suddenly started to pull Jiang Chen's cotton shorts.

This scared Boss Jiang.

This time he came in without paying, not confident enough to enjoy the premium service.

"What are you doing?"

He instinctively grabbed his shorts.

"Massaging your waist, relax, don't be nervous."

Boss Jiang overthought it, she just pulled his shorts down a little and then picked up the nearby essential oil on her hands, seriously and attentively kneading around his waist.

"If it were you, if you were Fujiwara Takuya, what would you do?"

Calmly lying down again, Boss Jiang asked curiously.

"Then Jiang-san likely wouldn't meet Reiki."

The soft voice from behind hesitated not a bit.

Jiang Chen laughed silently.

Were it not for the deep-rooted traditional system in the Japanese, Fujiwara Takuya facing this blood kin brother would have no chance.

Not talking about anything else.

Simply in terms of ruthlessness.

The two are not in the same league at all.

Because of worrying about implicating the family, Fujiwara Takuya hesitated, despite knowing what Fujiwara Reiki does still held back.

But if it were Fujiwara Reiki.

Fujiwara Takuya likely wouldn't even have time to "wait to die."

No poison, no hero.

Hesitation and fear, how to achieve a grandeur?

"Next, Reiki might not be able to help Jiang-san."

Fujiwara Reiki said faintly, perhaps due to the essential oil spreading from the waist, Jiang Chen felt a little warm all over.

"You've already done enough."

Since Fujiwara Takuya was discovered, Fujiwara Reiki has lost the value of use, but Boss Jiang values reputation, never dismantles bridges after crossing rivers.

"If you want, you could go to Shen Zhou, take a break for a while."

These words are purely well-intentioned, without malice, but perhaps influenced by the current environment, lying down enjoying the service, Boss Jiang unintentionally forgot how these words would be understood by the other.

Once going to Shen Zhou, safe it is, but who knows if one could come back?

By then under the eaves, one really becomes a caged bird, whether dismantling bridges after crossing rivers or fulfilling promises, depends entirely on the other's conscience.

Can men's conscience be trusted?

This question varies from person to person.

And it depends on the target.

Investigating Boss Jiang as a target, probably many would give affirmative answers, but Fujiwara Reiki clearly wouldn't place hope or say bets completely on the opponent's character.

"Smoke rising, battle raging, how could Reiki simply escape now? No matter what, Reiki will always accompany you, Jiang-san."

Jiang Chen turned around, lying back, facing the other directly.

"Don't you trust me?"

Fujiwara Reiki merely smiled, beautiful yet not vulgar, charming but not demonic.

Jiang Chen didn't feel dissatisfied, instead, fully understood the other's feelings.

Growing up in that environment, can't trust even close relatives, let alone outsiders?

Moreover, she has lost her "value of use", relocating her from Japan is bound to cause insecurity.

"Jiang-san, Reiki still has ways to help you."

While speaking, kneeling Fujiwara Reiki suddenly stood up.

Indeed.

Stood up on the bed.

You know.

She wasn't wearing safety shorts!

Which means, lying on the bed, Jiang Chen could easily see the scenery inside her short skirt.

Transparent lace made of thin gauze, seems to have orchid patterns embroidered, a Shen Zhou style.

Well.

Not peeking at all.

Utterly open and aboveboard.

Didn't let Jiang Chen appreciate for too long, Fujiwara Reiki stepped one leg, crossing Jiang Chen to another side, then sat down again, sitting on Jiang Chen.

Face to face.

And then.

A blush like rouge appeared on the face, this time no longer using hands, riding on Jiang Chen, rubbing gently through the fabric.

This must be the authentic bubble bath service.

Last time couldn't help it because driving a car on the road, but now it's different.

For a moment, Boss Jiang unleashed a shocking perseverance, forcefully suppressing the biological instinct of the mountain calling sea roaring, suddenly sat up, then grabbed Fujiwara Reiki's fair wrist.

A tantalizing stunner who indeed knows how to serve men curved her delicate brows.

"Jiang-san, you're hurting Reiki."

At the same time, somewhat puzzled.

"You don't need to use this way to prove your value."

With no other way, as a woman, what means is there left to ensure not being abandoned?

Unlike previous seduction, with dignity set aside, Fujiwara Reiki stared with mesmerizing eyes, confused and uncertain.

Strangely.

Giving a bit of pity.

Family, homeland, all couldn't go back.

Indeed.

She can only gamble everything, nothing left worrying about losing.

"I'm different from Fujiwara Takuya."

Boss Jiang spoke solemnly, with righteousness bursting, the words full of grandeur and integrity, but darn it, how come not getting off the bed, or pushing the other aside, no movement at all? The bodies seem glued together.

Suddenly.

Fujiwara Reiki chuckled, looking at the eastern man in front, with tenderness in her eyes seemingly growing deeper.

"Jiang-san is different from all the men in the world."

Saying that, she curvingly moved again under him.

The cotton shorts were virtually useless.

Can entirely feel the wonderful sensation directly hitting the soul.

Jiang Chen held his breath, clenching his teeth.

"This is the normal service of bubble baths, Jiang-san, don't you really want to experience it? This room, soundproofing is excellent."

"No money."

Jiang Chen's voice seemed to seep from between his teeth.

Fujiwara Reiki was stunned, then chuckled, softly leaned forward on his shoulder, with heart-disrupting fragrance, whispered intimately by ear: "Jiang-san, you could enjoy it for free."

Such a stunning demoness!

For a long time, no response.

Fujiwara Reiki, puzzled, sat up straight, focused her gaze, instantly froze.

And then.

Face flushed, restrained for a while, but couldn't hold it back, holding Jiang Chen's shoulders, laughed excitedly.

"Jiang-san, you have a nosebleed."

Yeah.

The air conditioning's set too high.

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