Xia Qingtian patiently analyzed the pros and cons with Huo Qilin.
Finally, she said solemnly, "So we must handle this carefully, don't act recklessly, understand?"
"Are you getting a headache again?" Huo Qilin replied, noticing her crinkled brows.
Then, before Qingtian could respond, he stepped forward, "Let me help you."
As he spoke, he skillfully began to massage her temples.
Xia Qingtian felt not only relief from the headache but also surprisingly comfortable which made her feel slightly drowsy. Any refusal she had in mind was swallowed back.
She closed her eyes in contentment, letting out a sigh.
Seeing her so relaxed, laughter and tenderness welled up in Huo Qilin's eyes.
He thought that the languid Qingtian was like a beautiful and elegant ragdoll cat.
Once Qingtian's headache was completely gone, she remembered that the current crisis had not been resolved. "You must listen to me about this matter..."