"I hope you can find out the truth. This matter is really important to Fei'er."

Nangong Qingcheng sighed and said.

Jiang Feng nodded, then looked at Nangong Qingcheng and asked, "How about you? Did you learn anything from those scholars?"

"Yes." Nangong Qingcheng also nodded: "Those scholars are all very authoritative professors. Listening to them is better than studying for ten years."

"That's good."

"Hmph, of course we gained something, unlike some people who promised to protect us the whole way, but then slipped away on their own, had a grand hero-saving-beauty scene, and almost got two people drowned..."

Nangong Qingcheng suddenly snorted and said.

Jiang Feng was taken aback by these words, then couldn't help but laugh. How did this topic come up out of nowhere? The change of subject was way too fast.

"Jealous?" Jiang Feng chuckled, "It's not what you think. We just happened to run into each other on the deck."

"Such a coincidence, how come I never run into it?"

Looking at Nangong Qingcheng's serious expression, Jiang Feng was even more amused.

He stood up and walked towards Nangong Qingcheng.

"What are you going to do?"

Nangong Qingcheng "warily" looked at Jiang Feng and asked.

"What are you afraid of? I can't eat you." Jiang Feng found it more amusing: "You looked exhausted from the meeting this morning. Let me give you a massage."

"Cut it out! Trying to shut me up? You have such good intentions?" Nangong Qingcheng rolled her eyes at Jiang Feng, yet she didn't resist.

After all, she too needed to balance her mood. Jiang Feng could charge in anger for her best friend, so why not give her a massage?

Plus, after all the travel and meetings today, and consulting problems, she really was a bit tired and needed some relaxation.

Watching Jiang Feng come around behind her, Nangong Qingcheng's cheeks blushed slightly, a twinge of anticipation in her heart.

Their marital title had been around for a long time, but intimate moments were few and far between.

The most Jiang Feng had ever done before was touch her feet or legs, but offering her a massage like this was a first.

Jiang Feng had no idea about the little calculations in Nangong Qingcheng's heart at the moment.

He rubbed his hands together until they were warm before placing them on Nangong Qingcheng's fragrant shoulders, gently kneading.

Nangong Qingcheng instantly felt overwhelmed, as if Jiang Feng knew her back's every acupoint and sensitive spot like the back of his hand, every pinch perfectly precise, making her delicate body tremble slightly.

Jiang Feng's movements were very gentle, as if afraid of hurting her.

Nangong Qingcheng's heart was trembling, like a stream flowing gently by.

This rascal, could he really have learned traditional Chinese massage?

If not, how could his technique be so good, so well-paced and controlled?

"Jiang Feng, have you tried this out on many girls before? You seem very experienced."

Nangong Qingcheng suddenly asked.

"Who would I be testing on? You think just anyone could enjoy this privilege? It's exclusively yours."

Jiang Feng laughed as his big hands lightly tapped on Nangong Qingcheng's smooth back.

"Who would believe you..."

Nangong Qingcheng's heart filled with sweetness, but she still snorted, unconvinced.

The room became increasingly filled with an ambiguous atmosphere as Jiang Feng continued to massage Nangong Qingcheng.

Seeing that Nangong Qingcheng was really enjoying it, her beautiful eyes slightly closed in satisfaction, Jiang Feng felt like he received an encouraging signal. One hand continued to knead her back, while the other slid down her slender waist...

Though Nangong Qingcheng was wearing a T-shirt, with her skin not visible, the wonderful touch was still irresistible, making him reluctant to stop.

"What are you... doing? Is this a back massage?"

Nangong Qingcheng suddenly opened her eyes wide, complaining.

Her fairy-like beautiful and charming little face suddenly showed an irresistible expression, making Jiang Feng even more unable to restrain his emotions, causing that hand to involuntarily drift a little lower.

"Ah..."

Nangong Qingcheng couldn't take it anymore.

Inside, an unfamiliar sense of shame made her incredibly embarrassed.

"Jiang Feng, stop... I'm done, please don't massage anymore..."

Nangong Qingcheng, overwhelmed, opted to "surrender".

Although her voice was resistant, it was soft and gentle, saying something against but her body still honestly stayed seated, not stopping Jiang Feng's further actions.

Just then, urgent knocking sounded from outside the door.

Then, Zhang Qinyao's slightly urgent voice came through: "Qingcheng, Brother Feng, are you in there? I have something urgent to tell you!"