"Disciple, come here and give your master a shoulder massage."
"I'm talking about you. You're always as silent as a mute and frowning as if you've suffered a great injustice. The more I look at you, the angrier I get. I might just sell you one day!"
Under the berating of Lu Bei, Chang Qingyu reluctantly puts her hand on Lu Bei's shoulder, summoning all her strength to start kneading.
Lu Bei was thick-skinned and seemed extremely comfortable. Hearing his satisfied groans, Chang Qingyu, feeling intensely aggrieved, began to grind her teeth.
Such a shameless creature could actually defeat King Yan, Jiang Suxin. The heavens were blind, this was so unfair to Jiang Suxin!
And it was incredibly unfair to her!
Recalling the events of the past was unbearable. The more she thought about it, the angrier she became, carrying an expression of deep grief, as if her master had just passed away.
"Disciple, why do I feel no strength in your hands?"