Seventh Master Jian knelt at the keyboard throughout the whole process.
Listening to the click-clack of the keyboard, Ye Qingci felt so embarrassed she was about to go crazy.
It took her a while to recover her senses, she then shifted her body to the side, her cheek rubbing against the pillow, feeling so exhausted she wanted to sleep.
Jian Shichu kissed her, "Wife, don't you want to check the results of how you 'tortured' your husband?"
Ye Qingci was startled... Tortured?
Her mind went numb, and after a while, she remembered the keyboard.
Ye Qingci was speechless... He couldn't have really been kneeling on that keyboard the whole time, could he?
She had no choice but to gather her energy, sit up, and check his knees.
Jian Shichu had well-proportioned muscles, and his legs looked very nice. His knees and calves were covered by a thin layer of muscle, smooth over the sleek bones—even just his legs were so good-looking.
