slow burn

Every bone in his body feels like they're going to shatter. Every muscle hurt. Li Jun thought it would be a good time to call a masseuse for easy relaxation but even that activity requires a lot of energy.

What a shame.

He has a lot of pent-up stress that needed to be released.

Li Jun walked into his mansion. The jacket on his shoulder remains in good shape, though the expensive white-collar shirt was stained and possibly ruined. He's exhausted and he looked like he just crawled of hell.

This is what happens when you hire a thief for a goon, he thought. You risk getting stolen from.

"Mr. Lim!" Ms. Bing, the main housekeeper, yanked herself out of her seat. She stayed up all night waiting for Li Jun to come home.

She helped him out of his jacket, calling Ji Lin for assistance. "Ji Lin, dear. Would you be kind enough to take these clothes to the laundry?"

"Xing!" Answered Ji Lin right away and rushed to picked up the dirtied jacked folding it into her arms.

"Go run me a hot bath." Ordered Li Jun once the ladies were finished, and walked up the stairs unbuttoning the rest of his shirt and loosening his wrist watch. "Don't let anyone disturbed me, I want to relax all day."

"Yes, master Li Jun." Answered Ms. Bing. She then glared at Ji Lin who had a blank look in her face. "Go! What're you waiting for? Go get the hot bath running for him!"

Ji Lin stepped back and run to the alternate stairs hidden in the back, it was built  mainly for housekeepers, so the masters won't have to share the stairs with them.

Ji Lin beat Li Jun to his master bedroom, rushing to get the bath ready. She turned the hot water on, poured bath salt, and readied some fresh towels.

Li Jun made it up to his room, breathing in relief. Finally, he can get out of his clothes. The first thing he did was kicked his leather boots and stripped his shirt, leaving the bloodied clothing on his handsome wooden floor.

He walked over to the bathroom; pants still worn, hearing the hard flow of the bath water relaxed and soothed him.

Ji Lin soon emerged out of the steamy fog, head tucked and eyes to the floor, she asked her master if, "there's anything else, I can do for you?" She tried not to lift her gaze, although the massive patches of ink in Li Jun's body proved hard to ignore.

She's seen bits of pieces of them. Lines on his neck poking out of his collar. And sometimes, when the weather is hot and Li Jun wears nothing but a thin camisole, Ji Lin could somehow make up the shapes of his tattoos.

She made no attempt to admire them. She has no reason to.

"Tell Bing I will need a masseuse after all. I'm quite sore. I need a massage and I need help scrubbing myself."

"Sure." Answered Ji Lin unable to avoid looking at Li Jun's swollen hands and bloody knuckles.