Qin Miaomiao felt quite comforted by what he said.
"Hubby, you're amazing. Hearing it from you makes me feel like I'm quite amazing too."
"Of course you are. There's no need to underestimate yourself. You're great. I know how great you are, and that's all that matters."
"I'll work harder to be even better."
Lu Qing curled his lips into a smile:
"Is that so? My shoulders feel a bit sore."
"How about I massage them for you? Your head probably hurts too. I can massage that for you as well."
He lay down, and though her technique wasn't exactly skilled, her control of pressure was just right—not too light, not too heavy—as she started to massage him.
"See, this feels great. Even better—how about a chest massage?"
Qin Miaomiao: ….
