Bare-chested and wearing a pair of colorful patterned shorts, Lin Chu lay face down on a beach lounger, tanning his back.
Two spa therapists from the hotel spread various oils evenly over his back before beginning their massage.
Nearby, Jiang Ya watched the scene and couldn't help but let out a small sigh.
This was their third day in Lu City.
They'd gone out on a yacht.
Seen the "Everlasting Love" performance.
Visited Butterfly Valley.
Gone diving.
Gone clubbing.
Gone skydiving.
Taken a helicopter to see the nightscape.
The entire trajectory of her first nineteen years seemed to have been condensed into these three short days. She had seamlessly merged with Lin Chu's lifestyle, getting a 360-degree experience of a rich man's life—one of refinement, joy, and comfort, completely enveloped in money.
It was just like this moment.
Even for masseuses, he had to have two, and they both had to be young and beautiful.
