A few minutes later, Miao Qingqing stood behind Song Xiaodong, her hands pressing on his shoulders, kneading up and down, yet her face was full of indignant expression.
"You big jerk, it's just massaging shoulders, why did you have to act like a lecherous wolf? Do you have some kind of problem?"
Song Xiaodong swung his legs leisurely and said, "For a 'white-rich-and-beautiful' like you, giving me a massage is quite impressive. If I tell others that Miao Qingqing would massage my shoulders, imagine how much face that would give me."
"Don't you dare tell anyone. You might be enjoying this, but where would that leave my face?" Miao Qingqing pinched him hard in irritation.
"Hey, hey, I don't like what you're implying. How have I made you lose face? Right now, you're begging me to continue pretending to be your boyfriend. What's so shameful about a girlfriend massaging her boyfriend's shoulders? Even a full-body massage, or a chest push, for that matter, would be perfectly normal."
