In the blink of an eye, more than an hour passed.
Chen An ended the massage and asked his wife, who was lying comfortably on the bed, with a smile,
"Ying'er, how do you feel?"
"Husband, can you still massage me in the future?"
"At least once a month."
"Husband, Ying'er really loves you…"
Song Huaying looked at Chen An affectionately. If not for the fact that she was still feeling a little unwell, she would definitely serve Chen An well.
Seeing that it was about time, Chen An picked up his wife and said to her,
"Little Yuejian is about to wake up, I'll carry you over to sleep."
"Ok, sorry to trouble you, husband."
As Song Huaying spoke, she kissed Chen An. Her eyes were filled with love.
Chen An smiled and carried her back to her daughter's room.
After accompanying her for a while, Chen An returned to the room he had just been in and began to massage his other two wives.
