Huo Zhanting noticed An Lan's gaze and, as if aware of her doubts, started off, "On B400, there's a professional masseuse. I learned a few tricks. Have they been useful?"
After listening, An Lan couldn't help but give him a glare.
While she had been worrying about his safety, Huo Zhanting had actually been on the plane, learning massage techniques from the masseuse. He was pretty nonchalant about it. Feeling the soreness in her waist had lessened considerably, An Lan pushed Huo Zhanting away, maintaining a safe distance.
"No need, as long as you stop tormenting me in the future, my physical condition is quite good, and I won't need anyone to massage me."
"That won't do, Lanlan, we are legally married after all," Huo Zhanting said without hesitation. When An Lan looked over, he immediately feigned a pitiful look and added, "Besides, I can't control myself."
