Xie Wanqing was being massaged comfortably, and she let out a soft sigh with her eyes half-closed.
Lu Ziyuan noticed what she was thinking and smiled, "Actually, I have massaged you before."
"???" Xie Wanqing raised her eyes to look at him, puzzled, "When?"
"When?" This question seemed to stump him, and he paused before saying, "Wanwan, when I said I cared for you meticulously, did you think I was lying?"
During those years, every night after he exhausted her to sleep, he always did a great job with the aftercare.
Except for the marks of fingers and kisses that couldn't be erased, he never let her wake up feeling uncomfortable.
It was just yesterday when he was overwhelmed with passion and really didn't pay attention.
Xie Wanqing vaguely understood something and fell silent.
He used to be so reticent, shouldering everything by himself, never willing to express his feelings.
A full measure of love, he'd show only a fraction, even hiding that bit.
