The Maybach drove towards Imperial University as Ye Li took a bite of her sandwich and glared at Fu Yanci.
From the driver's seat, the man seemed to be in a good mood.
When Ye Li glared at him again, Fu Yanci glanced at the traffic light changing from yellow to red and steadily stopped the car before the crosswalk.
Then, looking seriously at the girl, he debated, "Ah Li, didn't I say I'd give you a massage? I did, right?"
Ye Li paused, silent.
Her waist, nearly crippled by his pinch the night before, had made her expect to wake up with soreness in the morning.
Unexpectedly, there was no discomfort.
Even the places that should have been sore felt unusually refreshed and comfortable because of the ointment he had applied.
Besides not having enough sleep, everything else was normal.
Fu Yanci pressed further, "I told you to sleep well, didn't I? I didn't disturb you, right?"
Yes, you didn't disturb me.
But who would have thought, it wasn't the alarm that woke her, but him?