Seeing Yanyi lying down and waiting, Qin Jiran walked over with some nervousness. He hesitated for a moment before sitting down on the bed and began to massage Su Yanyi in the way he remembered. His technique was somewhat rusty, but it still felt very comfortable.
This was the first time Qin Jiran was on Su Yanyi's bed, to be precise, it was the bed in their house that belonged to Su Yanyi. This feeling was different from sharing a bed at the Su family or at Tianxiu Manor. Those times seemed somewhat forced, but this time, even though they weren't sharing the bed to sleep, the sensation was even more delicate. It seemed like the distance between the two of them had narrowed a bit, and Su Yanyi's bedroom was no longer a forbidden zone for Qin Jiran.
Feeling the strength of Qin Jiran's hands, Su Yanyi slightly squinted her eyes, looking as comfortable as a lazy cat, when she suddenly asked, "When did you start liking me?"
