Yin He's eyes were cast down, as if everything before him had nothing to do with him, his hands skillfully applying pressure. It was not difficult; he had observed a few times and easily mastered the technique—after all, it wasn't that hard.
Zheng Nianru felt the massage from those hands spreading relaxation from her waist, so comfortable that she closed her eyes.
Zheng Haoyuan wanted to speak but, upon seeing Zheng Nianru's expression, he ultimately held his tongue and glanced at the eunuch on the floor. The eunuch immediately became terrified, his complexion pale, his kneeling body shimmering with a faint tremble.
The air was filled with the sweet fragrance of fruit and the refreshing scent of pastries—without any incense. The sunshine was blocked out by the fine bamboo curtain, a gentle breeze began to stir, and Zheng Nianru felt drowsy and ready to fall asleep.
