Mo Yesi was speechless.
His wife was guarded against him as if he was a thief.
Didn't he do well in the last two times? Was she not satisfied with his performance?
Otherwise, why was she so averse to it?
But he took note of it. He knew that she was having a good time.
"Are your legs still aching?" Mo Yesi didn't want to think about his other questions for now. He took off her shoes and rested her leg on his before rubbing her thighs.
He gently said, "I'll massage you."
Those hands that signed millions of yuan worth of documents were used to massage her now. He used just the right amount of force, not too much nor too little.
A few minutes later, Qiao Mianmian could already feel the ache minimizing by quite a lot.
Mo Yesi asked, "Am I using too much force?"
Qiao Mianmian looked down at his posture, bent over, and rubbed her legs. She felt a warm fuzzy feeling deep in her heart.
