Gu Nanyan chuckled: "What else could happen between us? It's just like this!"
Lu Beicheng turned over, facing her, and said, "Wife, don't just massage the back, massage the front too."
Lu Beicheng turned around, and for a moment, Gu Nanyan didn't know where to start, so she raised her hand and slapped his chest: "Behave yourself."
Lu Beicheng grabbed Gu Nanyan's hand: "Knead the hands, knead the arms."
Gu Nanyan's face was full of disdain, but still, she took his hand and kneaded it absentmindedly.
When she went from his palm up to his arm and shoulder, Gu Nanyan also kindly helped him knead his neck: "Lie back down, it's easier to massage."
Lu Beicheng was tired, which Gu Nanyan could feel from the tension in his muscles.
Lu Beicheng, listening to her, did not lie back down. Instead, he wrapped his arms around her waist and held her, making her sit on top of him: "This makes it easier for you."
