"Hmph. Know a person's appearance but not their heart. Who knows what she's hiding inside?" Madam Ji lightly snorted and closed her eyes to rest.
"Auntie, you—"
"Alright, Jingwan; stop persuading me. I know it inside. Come and give me a massage again. Your massage is better than the masseuses outside. They don't even dare to use any strength, making the massage not enjoyable."
"That's only because masseuses outside all think that your skin is so good, so they can't bear to exert strength."
"Ha ha. You're such a sweet-talker, lass. It's like your words are coated in honey."
"Even if that's the case, it's all because of you, auntie, or else, with just me, who will give honey to eat?"
