"Sister Yu is so well-behaved, truly my sweet little cotton-padded jacket."
Su Qingluo half-knelt on the kang bed, her delicate little hands pinched and kneaded, strands of spiritual power flowed through her fingertips into Li Xiu'e's shoulders, nourishing her overworked muscles.
Li Xiu'e closed her eyes comfortably, enjoying her daughter's highest level of intimate service.
"Mom, does it still hurt?"
Su Qingluo finished massaging her shoulders and pinched down from her shoulders, all the way to her wrists.
"It doesn't hurt anymore, Sister Yu is so well-behaved. You must be tired, sit down and rest."
After the massage, Li Xiu'e felt refreshed, and the soreness in her arms and shoulders disappeared. She was so happy that her heart bloomed with joy.
She held her precious daughter close, not willing to let go for a moment.
"Big sister, give me a hug."