Seeing her silent, Lu Moqing asked with concern again, "Xuxu, is there still any discomfort?"
The soft voice, with ultimate tenderness, made Qiao Xu's heart tremble.
"No, just a headache."
"Then, brother will massage you a little longer."
Qiao Xu: "..."
Brother?
Where did this flirtatious nickname come from? Is this man starting to be flirty again?
Lu Moqing suppressed the smile in his eyes, intentionally mentioning the word "brother" and maliciously looking forward to enjoying his wife's expression.
As expected, after he finished the sentence, he decisively saw Qiao Xu's eyebrows that showed a bit of disgust.
He pursed his lips, restrained the smile between his eyebrows, pretended not to see, and continued to massage her temple while saying:
"Does it feel better now? If it still hurts, brother will massage you for a little longer."
Upon hearing the two words "brother," Qiao Xu couldn't stand it anymore, feeling like her pores were about to explode.
