Shen Mosheng, innocent: "I was massaging you."
"Your strength is enough for bone-setting, not massage." Han Yingying cried out in pain, feeling like her bones were about to break.
"Sorry, I'll go lighter." He halved the pressure and asked carefully, "How's that?"
"Lighter, please."
"And now?"
"Perfect, keep it up."
"Mm." Shen Mosheng nodded, focusing earnestly on massaging Han Yingying, hoping to alleviate her fatigue.
"Shen Mosheng."
"Hmm?"
"You're really nice." Han Yingying mumbled drowsily, the comfortable pressure making her feel sleepy and heavy.
The fragile, mosquito-like voice dropped like a pebble into Shen Mosheng's heart, rippling out in concentric circles.
He curved his lips into a smile, like a child praised for good behavior.
Unfortunately, the already asleep Han Yingying didn't see it.
Otherwise, she would have been surprised to discover that Shen Mosheng could smile like a child too.
When Han Yingying woke up, it was already the next morning.
