As soon as she finished speaking, the warm large hand took away the one pressing on her neck, replaced by strong long fingers gently pressing on the sore spot.
She turned around in surprise, only to see the man standing elegantly behind her. Their eyes met, and there was a depth in his gaze she couldn't understand.
"Why aren't you asleep?"
Leng Youchen didn't speak, his warm fingertip searching for the acupoint, gently massaging.
Wei Anning closed her eyes comfortably, sighing occasionally, "When did you learn how to massage, it feels so good."
"Does it feel good?" The man's voice was slightly hoarse, carrying a low temptation.
Wei Anning nodded, "Mm, it's extremely comfortable, you never did this before."
Thinking of the past, actually he used to massage too, but his technique wasn't this good, and he never washed underwear. Thinking of the underwear hanging in the bathroom, her face blushed slightly.
