"Who is my dear husband!" Jian Anning teased, but ultimately she didn't continue to argue with him. Instead, she changed her technique and began to massage him again.
Yet, Yu Zexiao was always picky, complaining now her touch was too firm, now too gentle. Coincidentally, the range of Jian Anning's massage had moved from initially his shoulders to his spine, and then to his waist—
Upon hearing his words, she couldn't help but land a heavy punch!
Suddenly, Yu Zexiao cried out, "Aiya," his voice sounding somewhat pitiful!
Jian Anning was startled and immediately stopped her hand, "Zexiao, did I use too much force just now?"
"No, it's nothing." Yu Zexiao buried his head in the soft pillow, slightly shaking his head.
However, when Jian Anning threw another punch, Yu Zexiao's voice, like that of a kitten, softly "hmm"ed!
Clearly, he was trying his best to endure something.
This made Jian Anning somewhat anxious, "Zexiao, are you feeling unwell somewhere?"