After the Soul Swap Between Love Rival AO - Chapter 33

“Huh?” Cheng Luanxin was dumbfounded.

“Pour some water on my shoulders and give me a massage. That shouldn’t be too hard for you, right?”

“It’s not that it’s hard…” Cheng Luanxin immediately crouched down. “Boss, will this really soothe your anger?”

“That depends on your skills.” Song Qiuchi closed her eyes.

“Got it!” Cheng Luanxin grabbed a ladle and diligently poured water over Song Qiuchi’s shoulders. “Boss, how’s the water temperature?”

Song Qiuchi nodded. “Acceptable.”

Cheng Luanxin began rhythmically kneading Song Qiuchi’s shoulders with both hands. “How’s the pressure?”

“Fine.”

Cheng Luanxin got more and more into it, fully embracing her role:

“Boss, your shoulder muscles are really tight. Do you work at a desk a lot? Young people like you should exercise more, do some shoulder stretches—otherwise, you’ll develop a ‘rich man’s hump.’ How’s this? Do I seem like a professional masseuse?”

Song Qiuchi was nearly driven mad by her chatter. “Can you work without being so noisy?”

“Got it, Boss! How about I wash your hair too? Since it’s already wet, and I’m great at scalp massages!”

Song Qiuchi shuddered. “Don’t do unnecessary things.”

Cheng Luanxin: “Whatever you say, Boss!”

Live Comments:

“OMG why is this so hilarious?”

“Song Qiuchi is basically playing herself as a massage girl.”

“But Luanbao doesn’t seem to be enjoying it much.”

“Still, that was really scary earlier. Messing around near hot springs is dangerous—hope Qiuchi is more careful.”

Seeing that Song Qiuchi wasn’t actually angry with her, Cheng Luanxin started chattering again. She was thoroughly enjoying her role as a massage attendant and kept suggesting new services for Song Qiuchi.

Song Qiuchi couldn’t enjoy this luxury for long before she got annoyed and called a stop to it.

Cheng Luanxin still trailed behind her: “Boss, are you really sure you don’t want to try ear therapy? I’m a professional at it!”

The mere sound of Cheng Luanxin’s voice made Song Qiuchi’s head spin. She didn’t dare let her perform any ear therapy, so she quickly distracted her with sweet talk and excuses.

After indulging in the hot springs, the two changed back into their regular clothes and headed to the buffet restaurant.

The signature restaurant at Chishan Hot Springs was a seafood buffet, with all ingredients airlifted fresh from the coast. It was currently the off-season for tourism, and being a weekday, there weren’t many visitors. The spacious buffet hall was filled with an array of delicacies, yet only a handful of people were scattered around, making it feel like a private booking.

Cheng Luanxin’s eyes sparkled as she held her plate, eager to try a bit of everything—until Song Qiuchi abruptly pulled her back.

“You can’t take the mango pomelo sago—you’re allergic to mangoes.”

“Forget the fruit salad. Your stomach is too sensitive for cold food.”

“No roasted duck or pork belly—too greasy. Your stomach won’t handle it.”

“Don’t even look. All seafood is off-limits.”

“No cake either—it has cream.”

With so many restrictions, Cheng Luanxin didn’t dare take anything, ending up pitifully with just two pieces of purple sweet potato and half an ear of corn.

Meanwhile, Song Qiuchi’s plate was piled high with all sorts of delicacies, especially plump lobsters, crabs, and sashimi, making Cheng Luanxin green with envy.

She tried bargaining: “Boss, is there really no seafood I can eat? Not even a little bit of something harmless?”

Song Qiuchi glanced at her. “There might be.”

“Then go pick some out for me! My plate’s way too bland—I can’t eat this.”

Song Qiuchi paused, then got up and headed to the food section.

Soon, she returned with a small dish.

Cheng Luanxin’s eyes lit up as she eagerly stood to meet her.

But when she saw what Song Qiuchi was holding, her ingratiating smile froze.

It was a plate of stir-fried greens with dried shrimp.

Song Qiuchi: “There’s also steamed egg with shrimp flakes. Want me to get you some?”

“No, no, that’s fine! Please, just sit down and rest,” Cheng Luanxin hurriedly stopped her.

Steamed egg with shrimp flakes? That was even worse than the greens.

Live Comments:

“Hahahaha I’m dying! Is Cheng Luanxin secretly getting revenge on Song Qiuchi?”

“But Luanxin really cares about Qiuchi—she knows exactly what she can and can’t eat.”

“Is it possible Song Qiuchi doesn’t want this kind of concern?”

The exhaustion from their hike hadn’t fully worn off. After drawing the curtains, the two spent the entire afternoon passed out in their hotel room.

Not just them—even the cameraman was exhausted. He propped the camera on the table and dozed off beside it.

With that, the livestream turned into a pure chat room. The screen showed no movement from the two, leaving the romance observers bored out of their minds. They even started taking turns writing fanfiction about the pair in the comments.

It was Song Qiuchi who woke up first. Checking her phone, she saw it was time for the limited-time specialty hot springs. She got up and patted Cheng Luanxin’s shoulder: “Wake up, we can go soak in the milk and red wine hot springs now.”

Cheng Luanxin, still half-asleep, grumbled irritably, “I can’t drink milk or red wine, don’t you know that…”

Song Qiuchi: “…”

Song Qiuchi: “Get up. You can’t drink them, but you can soak in them.”

The milk and red wine hot springs were both indoor experiences, with a strict time limit. After soaking, professional masseuses would provide massages to relieve stress and relax the body.

The two of them, drowsy from the steam, lay face down on the beds, waiting for the masseuses to arrive.

Two aunties came in, each pushing a cart laden with essentials like essential oils, gua sha tools, and cupping jars.

Cheng Luanxin took one look at the cupping jars and panicked: “Aunties, are we really doing cupping? Can we skip that? I think just an oil massage would be fine.”

The masseuse smiled: “Cupping helps unblock your meridians. Normally, this is a paid service—wouldn’t it be a waste not to do it?”

Cheng Luanxin tried to negotiate: “Aunties, sometimes loss is gain. You could take a break instead.”

The auntie wasn’t having it: “No need for a break! We just started our shift—we’re full of energy!”

Cheng Luanxin turned to Song Qiuchi with a pout, her face twisted in misery: “Cheng Luanxin, tell them! Let’s just stick to the oil massage, okay?”

Song Qiuchi glanced at her: “Aunties, give her the full treatment. Listen—it’s good for your health.”

Cheng Luanxin was outraged: “Where was this energy when you were fussing about sensitive skin?!”

The masseuse chuckled reassuringly: “Don’t worry, little girl. We’ll test the oils behind your ear first. No need to be scared—we’re professionals.”

With no other choice, Cheng Luanxin resigned herself to her fate, lying flat like a fish on a chopping board, at the mercy of the masseuse.

As the auntie worked the oil into her back, she remarked, “Little girl, your neck and shoulder muscles are so tight. Do you spend all day hunched over your phone? Young people like you should exercise more. Listen—your shoulders are creaking like an old door…”

Cheng Luanxin: “…”

…Why did this lecture sound so familiar?!

Seeing Song Qiuchi stifling laughter, Cheng Luanxin could only glare. She couldn’t resist sending her a message:

“She just said you’re unhealthy, and you have the nerve to laugh?!”

Song Qiuchi replied: “Then I’ll leave the exercising to you.”

In the end, both of them underwent cupping, their backs left with purple sha marks from the gua sha. Throughout the ordeal, Cheng Luanxin wailed dramatically, feeling like her body was falling apart.

Song Qiuchi was in pain too, but more than that, she felt strangely off—her head was heavy, and her mouth was parched. Assuming it was from soaking too long in the hot springs, she kept quiet.

Back in their room, she drank a large glass of water, which helped a little.

Meanwhile, Cheng Luanxin was lying stiffly on the bed like a vegetable, moaning, “Ow, ow, ow…”

After a moment, Song Qiuchi asked, “How do you feel now?”

Cheng Luanxin groaned miserably: “Like my liver and intestines are shattered. I’m in agony.”

Song Qiuchi: “…They didn’t even touch your liver or intestines.”

Cheng Luanxin hugged the blankets, whimpering for a while. When it became clear Song Qiuchi wasn’t going to indulge her, she drifted back into a deep sleep.

Song Qiuchi lay in bed, feeling increasingly that her physical state was abnormal.

Her entire body was burning up, limbs weak and limp, mouth parched, breathing rapid, and even her focus was scattered.

It was exactly like the textbook description of… an Omega’s heat cycle.

No way, of all places, to go into heat here. Song Qiuchi’s chest tightened, and she instinctively turned to look at Cheng Luanxin.

Of course, Cheng Luanxin hadn’t noticed anything unusual. She was completely buried under the blankets, fast asleep.

Song Qiuchi steadied herself, turned the air conditioning down another two degrees, and tried to tough it out on her own.

However, no amount of self-control could overpower physiological reactions. As the night deepened, Song Qiuchi’s body temperature rose higher and higher, and the scent of her pheromones began to spread—the entire room was soon filled with the fresh, tangy aroma of citrus and lemon.

There was no other choice. She had to get up and shake Cheng Luanxin’s blanket.

After several attempts, Cheng Luanxin finally groggily poked her head out. “Is it morning already?”

Song Qiuchi’s breathing grew heavy, uncontrollably so. “Cheng Luanxin, wake up. My heat cycle has started.”