"Hmm."
"Put your foot up here," he said, pointing to the space he cleared in front of him, addressing Song Weiyi.
"Huh? For what?"
"I'll massage it for you." Her belly was so big, it wasn't easy for her to bend over.
"No need..."
"Put it up," Pei Yibai insisted.
Some things were done wrong, but fortunately, they weren't beyond the point of no return.
Song Weiyi looked at him with dumbfounded seriousness on his face, took a breath, and then followed his words.
Pei Yibai lowered his head, looking at her slightly swollen ankles, and gently kneaded them. "If the pressure isn't right, remind me promptly."
Song Weiyi silently watched his slow-motion foot kneading.
The pressure was like tickling.
But her heart still felt the benefit. Previously, Pei Yibai's 'do not disturb' expression, as if he didn't recognize her and didn't want her near, nearly left her in tatters.