As the meal wound down, the plates were cleared, and Hei Long stood up, brushing off his robe with casual ease.
Ji Yao followed suit, quiet and poised—
While Zhao Chun stretched his arms, belly jiggling slightly from the motion as he let out a satisfied grunt.
Before they could fully part ways—
Hei Long took a step toward Zhao Chun, flashing that practiced, easygoing smile.
"Now that we've cleared up that silly misunderstanding," Hei Long said smoothly, "how about I show you how trustworthy I really am?"
Zhao Chun blinked, confused.
Hei Long continued, placing a friendly hand on Zhao Chun's shoulder:
"Let's build a little camaraderie. Brotherhood, if you will. And as a show of good faith, how about I help your lovely girlfriend relax a bit? I happen to be very good at giving massages."
He smiled warmly, holding back the wicked gleam that threatened to surface in his eyes. Every word came out silk-smooth, almost too calm.
