"Is this strength okay?" su ningmei asked.
"Yes, it's very comfortable,"
Xia Anlan could feel that his head was getting better after a few massage. He was surprised that su ningmei knew how to massage him.
"If I touch a spot that hurts and you can't take it, you have to tell me."
"Alright," he said.
Su ningmei had specially learned how to massage her head. Since her mother had migraines, she went to learn this massage technique from a Chinese medicine practitioner.
"Have you learned this before?" Xia Anlan's head felt a little better. At least it was not as heavy as before. He could clearly feel su ningmei's fingers rubbing against his scalp. It was as if there was an electric current running through her fingers, bringing about a numbing sensation.
"Yes, I've learned a little. There was a time when my mother had a terrible migraine, so I went to learn. After the unmarried ones got married, I often gave her a massage at home."
