Their eyes met, and for a moment, the atmosphere in the room turned awkward. After a brief pause, Yu Shujun closed the door, stood at the entrance, slightly tilted her head, and in a toneless voice, asked a question filled with sarcasm: "Having fun playing by yourself, Master?" "No, it was the massage chair that made the first move." Wen Nan said, tugging at the two mechanical arms, which wouldn’t come off. Yu Shujun blinked, and the next moment, the mechanical arms automatically retracted back into the armrests. Wen Nan looked up at her, realizing that Yu Shujun had accessed her system to remotely reset the massage chair to its original state. But why could the massage chair in this instance’s residential area be remotely controlled using a player’s account system? "Did you specifically bring this item in from outside the instance?" Wen Nan felt incredulous, "Surely you didn’t buy it especially for me?" Yu Shujun’s face turned cold, avoiding further eye contact with Wen Nan, and walked toward the dining area, "No." Watching her retreating figure, Wen Nan shook her head, "If it’s not, why do you look so guilty?" With Wen Nan’s level of understanding of Yu Shujun, even though she wore a cold expression most of the time, there were significant differences in the emotions underlying her different types of cold faces. For example, this particular cold face seemed to say: Oh no, how did the master discover my hidden little thoughts, boo-hoo. Having confirmed this, Wen Nan scrutinized Yu Shujun’s profile with a suspicious gaze, "Did you specifically go to the shop to buy an item to welcome me home? But why choose something with this theme? A massage chair, making it look like some kind of sleazy place, does your master seem like some kind of lecherous person?" Yu Shujun, who was fetching drinks by the fridge, couldn’t help but turn her head and look at Wen Nan, her eyes saying: Aren’t you? "This is a multifunctional massage chair with a total of 20 massage modes; only the last one is a bit special, the other 19 are normal." Upon hearing this, Wen Nan glanced down at the row of armrest buttons, indeed seeing the front modes named things like "Cervical Massage," "Fascia Relaxation," "Tendon Pathway Clearing," all quite proper, except for that last one, "Explosive Bliss," which seemed out of place like a braised pork dish in a vegetarian restaurant. But this thing can’t really be blamed on Wen Nan, right? With a table full of greens, leaves, and roots, if there’s just one plate of "braised pork," he’d surely try the "braised pork" first, wouldn’t he? As he silently protested in his heart, Yu Shujun returned to him, handing him a chilled Coca-Cola in a vintage glass bottle that’s rarely seen on the market nowadays. Wen Nan took a sip and sighed, his whole body feeling blissful. It was as if he’d traveled back to 20 years ago when the Coke formula hadn’t changed yet, still bubbly, flavorful, and just sweet enough, not the bland swill they sell now. Holding the Coke bottle, Wen Nan comfortably sank into the massage chair, about to ask if there were any snacks around to distract from the loneliness in his mouth. Just then, Yu Shujun approached, standing between Wen Nan’s open legs, bent down until her chin almost touched Wen Nan’s nose, and stopped. With her hands on the armrests on either side of Wen Nan, she turned her cheek to one side, allowing Wen Nan to see clearly the defined lines of her jaw, the soft fringe tucked behind her ear, and beneath the fine, white skin of her neck, the blue veins visible. At this moment, Wen Nan only needed to slightly lean forward to kiss the delicate skin behind her earlobe. In the not-so-frequent but memorable exchanges they’ve had, Wen Nan vividly remembers that sensitive patch of skin, and just a gentle touch would make Yu Shujun shudder. Swallowing hard, Wen Nan restrained the unnecessary impulse, shifting his gaze from her neck downward. Yu Shujun was still wearing the white shirt from earlier in the day, one button undone—not like Ru Huan’s deliberately exposed deep V—yet from Wen Nan’s angle, he could clearly see her perfectly shaped collarbones and the gentle curves below. A faint fragrance emanated from her—not an overpowering perfume scent, but the freshness of shower gel, mixed with laundry detergent, and a distinctive lavender scent from her lingerie detergent. Wen Nan’s fingers tightened around the Coke bottle, just about to say something when there was a "ding" sound, and a button on the armchair was pressed. Many massage heads behind him started rotating, diligently easing his somewhat stiff muscles. "This should be a good mode." Yu Shujun said, moving away from Wen Nan, and then summoned a transport robot from her system, which rolled to a stop beside Wen Nan’s seat, lifting the tray on top to his hand. Wen Nan turned to look and found the tray filled with various snacks. Casually picking up a bag of cream cheese balls, Wen Nan glanced at the packaging, which prominently read—[0 Sugar, 0 Fat, 0 Calories]. While he’d seen zero-calorie carbonated drinks before, Wen Nan had never come across zero-calorie cheese balls. Opening the bag and popping one into his mouth, he found the milky flavor rich, the cheese sweet and not cloying, even better than what he’d tasted in the real world. Sifting through the tray, Wen Nan discovered that all the snacks he loved were there, and they were all zero calories.