Barely escaping with half her life, Lai Zhiyun had no energy for anything now.
Turning around too quickly, she pulled her waist, Lai Zhiyun grimaced in pain.
"What's wrong? Let me massage it for you."
Zhou Liao's palm gently stroked Zhiyun's lower back, expertly massaging her.
The pressure was gentle and rhythmically moderate, the sore softness of her waist easing under his distinctly knuckled fingers.
It felt much better.
Lai Zhiyun gently closed her eyes, and the room was filled with only the faint sound of the wind coming in from the window.
Her thoughts grew still, sleepiness crept up on her, and in a short while, Lai Zhiyun fell into a dream.
Indeed, she had been exhausted the previous night and had not rested well.
Zhou Liao's tender gaze fell on Zhiyun's sleeping face, watching her for a long time before quietly getting out of bed and, taking his toothbrush and towel, went to the outside bathroom to wash up.
"Where's Zhiyun?"
