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Levin was deeply moved; the meal she prepared truly touched the softest spot in his heart.
He immediately rushed to the table and devoured all the dishes.
The girl sat beside him the whole time, one hand cupping her cheek, watching him eat with a smile, occasionally taking a small bite herself.
Every bite Levin wolfed down was the best reward for her hard work.
“Zhang Qiu!” Levin suddenly looked up and whispered to him.
"Ok?"
Zhang Qiu tilted her head in confusion, looking at Levin.
Her soft, dark hair cascaded down her temples, creating a beautiful effect.
"You have a bit of a..."
Levin touched the corner of his mouth.
The girl stretched out her slender fingers and, mimicking Levin's gesture, gently pursed her lips.
"Yes, it needs to be a little more to the left." Levin pointed out seriously that she had wiped it in the wrong place.
Zhang Qiu suddenly stood up, moved closer to Levin, and sat down next to him.
She grabbed Levin's fingers and pressed them against her face. "Is it here?"
Levin could clearly feel the delicate, soft skin with his fingertips, and he couldn't help but take a deep breath.
Levin understood what the other person meant and realized he was starting to lose control of his impulse.
Since that's the case, then let's follow our desires.
"Forget it, seeing how clumsy you are, I'll clean it myself."
As he spoke, he cupped the girl's head in his hands and ate the grain of rice himself.
He still remembered the ancient poem: "Who knows that every grain in the bowl is the result of hard work?"
As a citizen of the Dragon Kingdom, Levin despises people who waste food.
Coincidentally, Zhang Qiu is also this kind of person.
So, during the latter part of dinner, the two of them took turns cleaning the leftover food off each other's mouths, cheeks, necks, and other places while eating.
I wish I could eat this meal into a human body sushi.
Chapter 248 Zhang Qiu's Massage
The two of them spent a full hour eating their dinner.
After finishing their meal, Levin and Cho Zhang snuggled together and sat on the sofa.
"You actually missed dinner? You must be exhausted today," Zhang Qiu said softly, holding Levin's arm.
"Indeed, writing books all day long is quite tiring."
Levin sighed.
"Is that so?"
Zhang Qiu looked at the boy beside her with affection. She knew very well that behind the boy's talk of exhaustion was the completion of a truly great task.
It can be said that if his work is completed and promoted, it will be a groundbreaking achievement for the magic world of this world.
And she, as Levin's girlfriend, couldn't help him academically at all—even though she had just taken the elixir of permanent intelligence.
"In that case, let me help you relax."
Zhang Qiu grabbed Levin's arm, gesturing for him to walk with her.
Levin didn't know what she wanted to do, but he let her pull him along, following her graceful steps as they climbed the stairs.
Zhang Qiu led Levin to her room.
After being imprinted with intellectual knowledge, each of them had their own suite in the tower.
They had to decorate these suites themselves, with Levin only providing some funding and transfiguration services.
Levin pushed open the door and saw a classically styled Chinese bedroom.
The room was divided into a study at the front and a bedroom at the back by a wooden screen with carved railings and painted beams.
An elegant and sturdy mahogany desk, a landscape painting, exquisite tea sets, porcelain and antiques, and a bookshelf filled with the fragrance of ink—the study and tea room blend together, creating a gentle and harmonious atmosphere.
On the antique shelf in the study, there is a small incense burner, with delicate incense burning inside, and white smoke floating in the air.
Although Levin was pretending to be dead and entering for the first time, he felt a strange sense of familiarity.
Because many of the pieces of furniture here were transformed by Levin himself.
“I’ve always wanted a room like this. Thank you for making my dream come true, Levin,” Zhang Qiu said gratefully as she showed Levin her room.
She led Levin behind the screen.
There were two beds in the bedroom. One was a Ming-style moon-shaped canopy bed covered with cloud-patterned reliefs, which looked luxurious and ornate. It was completely modified by Levin based on the style of the canopy bed in the Palace Museum.
This is also the place where we officially sleep.
On the other side is a chaise lounge, which is quite exquisite in shape and can be used for sitting or lying down, and is mostly used for short rests.
At this moment, the bedding on the chaise lounge had already been laid out, clearly ready for someone to lie down on.
"You can take off your clothes now," Zhang Qiu said at the opportune moment.
"Take...take off your clothes?"
Levin glanced at the chaise lounge, then at the girl beside him, a flutter in his heart—he wasn't ready yet.
However, he still honestly took off his shirt, revealing his lean and muscular body.
Seeing Levin's well-defined muscles, the girl blushed slightly.
This was the first time she had ever seen a man's body so close.
"So beautiful." That was the girl's inner thought.
At this moment, Levin hesitated, his hand gripping his pants. "Should I take them off again?"
"First—um, just like this! Hurry up and lie down." Zhang Qiu suppressed her impulse and said in a sweet voice.
"Lie down?" Levin was stunned.
Did he misunderstand something?
However, not wanting to misunderstand the girl's good intentions, Levin obediently lay down on the chaise lounge.
Suddenly, everything went black before his eyes, and a long robe with a pleasant, fragrant scent covered his head.
Levin's heightened sense of smell allowed him to detect a range of aromas, including agarwood, mugwort, agastache, cinnamon, cloves, alpinia oxyphylla, calamus, atractylodes, mint, fennel, and patchouli.
This is the scent of the sachet on the robe. Speaking of which, Zhang Qiu has been carrying a sachet with her every day since last year.
There's also a... well, an alluring, indescribably pleasant scent.
Ah, Levin suddenly realized, it was Zhang Qiu's scent.
Just then, Levin felt a jolt.
He felt a soft hand gently stroking his back.
Is this for a massage?
But it was just a simple patting of his back, finally stopping on his latissimus dorsi muscles, and giving them a slight squeeze.
Compared to a massage... this is clearly just taking advantage of someone else.
Was I being teased?
That's true, it's perfectly normal for young girls to be interested in boys' muscles.
Soon, Zhang Qiu also realized her problem.
As a result, the sensation on Levin's back changed.
A cool, slippery sensation spread down his spine.
This made him hum softly.
This feeling?
What is the cool sensation of water droplets slowly sliding down the curves of the body?
Is it some kind of peppermint essential oil?
He could feel Zhang Qiu's fingers gently and quietly moving to his neck.
The cool, smooth touch of the essential oils, combined with the moderate pressure, quickly soothed Levin's entire neck.
"I learned this massage technique from my mother during the Christmas holidays, just to help you relieve your fatigue," Zhang Qiu explained shyly.
It turns out she learned it from her mother again.
Zhang Qiu's mother is truly multi-talented—Levin remembers that besides Chinese food, the red scarf Zhang Qiu knitted for him was also learned from her mother.
It's unknown what Zhang Qiu's mother will think after learning the reason why her daughter is so studious.
However, to be fair, the techniques Zhang Qiu learned from her mother were indeed very professional.
She gently kneaded with both hands, her soft fingertips circling Levin's neck, then gradually moving upwards to Levin's scalp and temples.
The force was increased slightly, but this slightly stronger stimulation actually helped Levin, who was exhausted after a long day, to gradually relax.
Slowly, her fingers began to move downwards, across the back of Levin's neck, down his back to his armpit, back and forth gently.
Despite the consistently cool touch, Levin found himself gradually warming up, unable to distinguish between sweat and essential oils, as the entire chaise lounge became soaked.
The hands that were massaging seemed to start to feel stiff.
Levin felt a weight pressing down on his back.
He understood Zhang Qiu's implication: the massage was over, and it was time to exercise.
Levin turned around and began to do bench presses, preparing for the activity that had been abandoned at the dining table.
The exercise area has been moved from the chaise lounge to a canopy bed.
In comparison, this place is much more spacious and taller, and Levin easily turned it into a dumbbell rack using the [Wood Shaping Technique].