Massage

"Yo..."

Upon hearing Mo Yu's words, the four women were slightly taken aback, and even Bai Xue stared at Mo Yu with wide eyes.

I was so angry just now, but now that I think about it, the melody of the song Mo Yu sang was actually surprisingly good.

Don't underestimate Liu Yiyi and her friends just because they are dance majors. As the saying goes, art is inseparable from music. Even though they are not professional musicians, they still have basic appreciation skills.

"Mo Yu... sing that song again," Liu Yiyi said after a moment's thought.

"Alright..."

Mo Yu cleared her throat and began to sing a cappella.

"I can't hold onto love, I always watch it slip away. There are happy people everywhere in the world, why can't I be one of them... Love requires resilience... Love requires unwavering determination. Every single person needs to see this clearly: if you want to love, don't be afraid of getting hurt..."

After the song ended, the four women looked at each other, their eyes wide with surprise.

Needless to say, the quality of the song "Single Love Song" is beyond question, but what really broke the girls' hearts was Mo Yu's singing skills.

It's not that it's bad, it's that it's too good.

Although it was just a cappella, her breathing, pronunciation, pitch accuracy, and vocal range all impressed the girls.

"Holy crap..."

Liu Yiyi couldn't help but swear, "Mo Yu, you can not only write songs but also sing them?"

Bai Xue had long since lost her temper; her round little face was flushed red, and she looked at Mo Yu with shining eyes.

Not to mention Miler, the way she looked at Mo Yu was practically dripping with desire.

"Wow, you little rascal... I didn't know you had this trick up your sleeve?"

"It's just a song... Why are you making such a fuss?" Mo Yu was a little puzzled by the girls' reaction.

At the same time, he felt uneasy under the intense gaze of those four pairs of eyes, especially Liu Yiyi, whose eyes seemed to want to cut him open to see what was inside.

Mo Yu touched her nose and gave a slightly guilty dry laugh.

"Oh, keep it low-key. This was just a random doodle that popped into my head a while ago."

As Mo Yu said this, she felt a strange sense of satisfaction. It seemed that the profession of "plagiarist" could indeed easily give people a certain vain pleasure.

Liu Yiyi slapped her thigh, making her long legs sway: "Just doodle? Mo Yu, do you know that with this melody and the completeness of these lyrics, if you showed this to music school students, they would question their existence?"

It's such a waste that someone with your talent didn't go to a music academy but instead went to a teachers' college.

Bai Xue stopped yelling that she wanted to fight me. She came closer, her round face full of curiosity, and even a little bit of a flattering smile: "Mo Yu... no, Brother Mo."

"Master Mo... what's the name of this song? Could you write down the sheet music for me? I feel like if I master this song, I'll definitely shine at the celebration in two months."

Before Mo Yu could speak, Zhao Man patted her on the back and said, "Xiao Xue, what are you doing? This song is clearly not suitable for girls to sing."

Besides, do you even have any singing skills? Don't ruin this good song.

"I……"

Bai Xue clearly knew she wasn't cut out for it, muttered a couple of times, and then fell silent.

Liu Yiyi was more reliable, and immediately instructed Mo Yu: "Xiaoyu... you'd better register this song when you have time. You can't be careless about copyright issues. It would be bad if someone else registered it first."

"Received... I'll take care of it in the next couple of days."

Mo Yu gave an OK sign; this warm-hearted girl from Beijing was indeed someone worth getting to know better.

Seeing that Mo Yu had agreed, Liu Yiyi nodded in satisfaction, then suddenly laughed and said, "By the way... you little rascal... didn't you say you were going to give me a massage yesterday?"

"I've brought all my sisters with me now, shall we start now?"

"Oh dear..." Mo Yu immediately rolled up her sleeves. "Sister Yiyi, if you say I'm not good at anything else, I won't argue with you, but if you say I don't know how to massage, then I'll have to have a serious talk with you."

Come on... get on the bed... lie down...

"Smack..."

No sooner had he finished speaking than he received a slap on the back. When he turned around, he saw Miler's puffed-up little face and realized that he had said the wrong thing.

"Hehe... Slip of the tongue, slip of the tongue..."

Despite the banter, Mo Yu deftly swept the cushions on the sofa aside, making room for them.

"Come on... lie down. But there's something I need to tell you beforehand: there might be some noise when I'm setting your bones. Don't think I'm taking you apart later."

Liu Yiyi was quite decisive. She took off her thin outer coat, revealing a black bodysuit underneath, and then sprawled out on the sofa with a long stride.

People who dance regularly have excellent body lines, especially Liu Yiyi, whose waist-to-hip ratio is amazing and whose flexibility is evident even when she is just lying down.

"Hurry up, when do dancers not make a few noises every day? My lumbar and cervical spine have been tormenting me for years." She turned her face to the side, resting her head on her arm, her voice sounding muffled because she was pressing her throat.

Before the massage, Mo Yu went to the bathroom to wash her hands. When she came back, her fingertips were still slightly damp. Then she started rubbing her hands together.

Mi Le, Bai Xue, and Zhao Man gathered around as if they were watching a peculiar spectacle.

Miler bit her lower lip, her eyes revealing a hint of curiosity and a subtle struggle... She was worried that this bad guy's skills weren't up to par and would make him a laughingstock, and she was also a little jealous.

Mo Yu stood by the sofa and first gently pressed Liu Yiyi's back with her palm to find the stiff muscle groups.

Mo Yu closed her eyes slightly and gently pressed her palms against Liu Yiyi's back: "Relax, don't hold your breath. Your trapezius muscles are as hard as rocks, you must suffer a lot from this, right?"

"Ouch...it hurts, it hurts, be gentle..."

Liu Yiyi shrank her neck, first feeling a warm current flowing through Mo Yu's palm, followed by a pain in her back.

Mo Yu didn't reply, but instead used both hands to alternately massage along both sides of the spine, the warmth from her palms gradually penetrating the area.

Once her breathing became steady and her body was no longer so resistant, I suddenly put my hands together, pressed down on her thoracic vertebrae, and pressed down hard.

"Click..."

A crisp popping sound echoed clearly in the quiet living room.

"ah!"

Bai Xue shrank back in fright, her round face filled with terror. "Mo Yu, be gentle! Is Sister Yi Yi's bone broken?"

Miler nervously took a half step forward, staring intently at Mo Yu's hands, afraid that Mo Yu might hurt her best friend.

"Hoo... Hah..."

However, Liu Yiyi, the person involved, let out a long sigh of relief, slumped on the sofa like a deflated balloon, her tightly furrowed brows relaxed, and an extremely pleased expression appeared on her face. "Don't yell... It felt so good... Mo Yu, your strength is amazing, just now I felt like my skull was opened."

Mo Yu smiled and began massaging her shoulders and neck: "This is called 'back opening,' it resets dislocated joints. Yi Yi, how do you feel? Can you still stand up and go eat hot pot?"

"Stand up? I feel like I could do a Swan Lake right now!" Liu Yiyi muttered with her eyes closed, her tone full of languor.