Xu Jingxi laid it on the bedside table, "If it hurts, we'll just change the method."
She shook her head, "No need to change, it's effective here."
He glared at her, "Then why do you scream?"
Leh Ying replied innocently, "I must endure the pain, or what will I do when I get older?"
Her voice was filled with grievance, soft, and Xu Jingxi watched as a fine sweat broke out on her forehead, he reached out to brush away a strand of sticky damp hair.
When the masseuse was about to change the needle, Leh Ying stretched out her hand, grasped Xu Jingxi's waist, and rested her head against his hips. She then let herself succumb to her dependency, clutching tightly as if afraid he would run away.
She did have an ulterior motive, to let him see the pain she was suffering.
As a result, Xu Jingxi said in a hoarse voice, "You don't have to paint anymore, I'll support you."
