"Uh...Fen Wén?" Mao Mao quietly called her name. His voice sounded so soft and gentle that Fen Wén couldn't help but blush. "Y-yes master?" She replied. Her hands which were on the young man's shoulder stopped moving for a second.
Mao Mao didn't turn around and just spoke in a calm, unperturbed tone of voice, "I think 10 minutes have passed by, " the young minister sounded, "You can stop now, " he waved his hand gently trying to 'softly chase away' this little dragon.
Fen Wén flinched. Her hands froze stiff as tears began to form at the corner of her onyx-like eyes. With a shaky voice, she asked, "M-master...do you not enjoy the massage?" The girl hurriedly retracted her hand right after.
She took a few steps back and fell silent, making Mao Mao has a headache. He didn't see the girl's face but from her voice alone, he knew she was about to cry again.
