"Fine, if you don't want to say it, then don't," Yue Mingxuan stretched lazily. "You've been acting strange these past few days. You must be hiding something from me."
Shang Qinghua let out a wicked chuckle, then pulled Yue Mingxuan closer. "If you're that worried about me, why not serve me properly for a bit?"
Yue Mingxuan sighed, resigned, and began to massage Shang Qinghua's head.
He was practically turning into a full-time masseur and honestly, professional massages didn't come cheap!
Although he grumbled, his hands were still careful and attentive.
Shang Qinghua had seemed under a great deal of pressure lately and since Yue Mingxuan didn't know how else to ease it, he could only do what little he could.
"Your technique has improved quite a bit," Shang Qinghua remarked approvingly. "Still, it's lacking just a bit of finesse."
What? He actually dared to question his skills? Said his massage lacked finesse?
