At night, the little one, who was originally going to sleep with Qin Yuhan, insisted on going to Wu Tian's room. Qin Yuhan agreed, so the little one happily ran to his room.
She jumped onto Wu Tian's bed. He was lying prone, and the little one climbed onto his back and started bouncing up and down. For Wu Tian, this felt like a massage. With the body of an Immortal Emperor, he was impervious to harm but not numb. Aside from pain or a tingling sensation, he could still feel everything else.
"Dad, does it feel good?" the little one asked, hopping on Wu Tian's back. After a while, she sat down and began to knead his shoulders.
"It feels great. You're doing a good job," Wu Tian affirmed, then lazily added, "Girl, give your dad more massages in the future, okay?"
