As the younger twin sat back and relaxed with his brother's massage, he would occasionally instruct him on the pressure to exert.
Little Yichen was full of smiles as he kneaded away on his brother's limbs.
"Youyou, how are you feeling? Is it good?"
"Err… it's only so-so," he answered coolly, not bothering to lift an eyelid.
Feeling defeated, the older twin bawled for a moment before pressing on with his massage with more fervor.
"You fool, be gentler!"
"…"
"Here and over here—you can exert more strength."
"Eh, eh."
"Woo… It feels so good."
"He he!"
The older boy's face broke into a proud smile and looked absolutely adorable with his smugness.
The younger one glanced lazily at him from the corner of his eyes before giving another order. "After massage, go hang the clothes to dry!"
