"Prince, how did you come in without making a sound?" Lin Jiaojiao had to admit that she was startled when she first saw Yan Sihan, but she quickly relaxed after that.
As long as she was by his side, no matter how dangerous the surroundings were, she felt at ease.
"Don't move."
The man's commanding tone was mixed with a hint of tenderness, as his slightly cold fingertips gently massaged her temples. Lin Jiaoiao obediently stayed still.
To receive a massage from the mighty Regent King himself—if word got out, no one would believe it.
"Yan Sihan, you're quite good at this," she teased.
Though his movements were a bit stiff, his strength was just right. All in all, he was better than Xuemei.
The man's actions paused for a moment before he spoke: "The region south of the river is humid and damp. Are your legs in pain?"
