By the time Xia Xibei and Qiao Yanjue finished their meal and got home, it was almost 11 o'clock at night.
"I'll give you a massage, okay?" Qiao Yanjue hadn't forgotten.
Xia Xibei was speechless, "No need!"
"What, you don't trust my techniques?" Qiao Yanjue looked serious.
"It's not because of that…"
"Then I'll do it!" Qiao Yanjue seated himself on the couch and patted the seat beside him, "Come sit here, I'll help you."
"Hmm…"
"You've helped massage me so many times before, I should do it at least once for you too, right?" Qiao Yanjue put on a righteous look.
"Alright then," Xia Xibei agreed at last.
She sat opposite to him, then stretched one of her legs out towards him and said, "Massage down this vein then."
"No problem."
Qiao Yanjue cast his eyes down, concealing his emotions.
He embraced Xia Xibei's leg and placed his right hand over her calf.
