Jiang Yuzhu chuckled softly, her voice tinged with a bit of helplessness, "But next time, I'd rather stay at home and rest properly, or just take a stroll in the backyard. I swear, I never want to step out of this threshold again."
With Pei Jingchuan's meticulous touches, Jiang Yuzhu's consciousness gradually became clear, but along with it came a subtle discomfort.
Under his touch, she suddenly felt something different from the day before; it seemed that today's massage wasn't providing her the same level of comfort.
Jiang Yuzhu's brow furrowed slightly; although she knew this care came from love, her body's instinctive reaction made her unconsciously feel somewhat uncomfortable.
She spoke softly, her voice carrying a hint of barely noticeable displeasure, "Aunt Chen, why isn't today's massage as comfortable as yesterday's? Is the method wrong?"
