Checking Jing Yiren's small hand pinching her calf.
"What's wrong?"
Jing Yiren lightly hammered her calf with her small hand: "I twisted it when I was coming back from the restroom, and now my calf feels a bit sore."
Lu Ming stood up, moved to sit next to Jing Yiren, lifted one of her legs and rested it on his lap, gently massaging it for her.
Surprised, Jing Yiren instinctively tried to pull her foot back but was immediately caught by Lu Ming.
Jing Yiren's face flushed red as she softly reminded him: "Hubby, at least be mindful of the occasion when you're helping me massage my leg. We're in such a fancy place today..."
"No matter how fancy the place is, it can't outweigh the importance of my wife's discomfort," Lu Ming replied.
"..." His words melted Jing Yiren's heart: "People will look, they might think I'm bullying you, showing no respect for my husband and asking for help in a place as public as this."
