Yao Xingtong hurriedly explained, "Sister Liu Ying, please don't misunderstand, Mr. Ye and I just met last night! Just now, he was giving me a massage to relieve fatigue; it's not what you're thinking."
"Heh heh, look how nervous you are—I'm just teasing you! Don't you trust me?"
Liu Ying gave a charming smile, then her tone shifted as she continued, "However, Xingtong, if you're interested, you can tell your sister. I'm not against sharing, you know."
"Sister Liu Ying, what are you talking about?"
Yao Xingtong blushed slightly and spat lightly in retort.
Liu Ying laughed but didn't press the issue further, then she changed the subject, "By the way, Xingtong, you said he gave you a massage—didn't he just take advantage of you?"
"Not at all! Mr. Ye only massaged my head, and it really worked. I couldn't sleep well last night at all, but after his massage, I feel much better," Yao Xingtong said cheerfully.
"Oh, is it really that amazing?" Liu Ying's face showed surprise.
