With affection in her eyes, she looked at Wang Jie and cooed, "Brother Wang Jie, this is great, now it's just the two of us left."
Unable to help himself, he swallowed his saliva, and Wang Jie, with a wooden expression, nodded, then he didn't know what to say and randomly responded with, "Oh."
"Brother Wang Jie, you look even handsomer and simpler when you say just one word." After saying this, Wang Jie was momentarily stunned, completely bewildered, and simply chose to stay silent. This woman really was crazy.
Her little hand gently drew circles on Wang Jie's chest, and Juanjuan looked pitifully at Wang Jie's belly, rubbing it over and over again.
"How does it feel? Brother Wang Jie, do you feel a bit better now?" After she spoke, Wang Jie slightly nodded; indeed, it was a bit better, and his belly rubs were surprisingly effective.
"My mom used to give me belly massages when I was little if I had an upset stomach; she would rub it, and over time, I learned it myself."