It was after eight at night when Xu Qingfan finally accompanied Zhang Chunxue, who had finished a full day's work, back to Li City.
"I'm heading back home now, Auntie. I'll come give you a massage another day." He unbuckled his seatbelt and playfully patted Aunt Zhang's shoulder.
"Hurry back, you've had several calls on the way." Zhang Chunxue gave him a glance and untied her long hair, rubbing her somewhat sore head.
"Do you need a head massage? I'll go home and try to learn, and help you out next time."
She watched as Xu Qingfan cheerfully bounded up the stairs before she could barely muster a smile and turned the car around to leave Lianhua Courtyard.
"Humph!" Standing in the third-floor corridor, a certain girl stealthily withdrew her gaze, pounded her slightly sore thighs, and went back into her home.