Yao Zizhou also noticed that his wife's body had a refreshing smell like spring water from the mountains, and her massage slowly restored his consciousness and vision. In particular, water seemed to be dripping from her fingertips, and she could even soothe his painful legs. In fact, even the thunder seemed to help her.
All of these things made Yao Zizhou question her identity unwittingly.
Yao Zizhou leaned back in his chair with cold sweat on his forehead, as if he was exhausted. His voice trembled as he spoke, "Dear, who are you?"
Ming Liuyi bit her lips and focused on massaging Yao Zizhou. She could not be distracted, so she said perfunctorily, "Now's not the time. We'll talk about this when we get home."
After massaging for a while, Ming Liuyi noticed Yao Zizhou's breathing slowly become steady, so she stopped what she was doing.
After such a long massage, her hands were a little sore, and she no longer had the energy to lift them.
