Qin Miaomiao pursed her lips, resignedly becoming his massage therapist.
Lu Qing hummed contentedly. Squeezing his wife—whether her body or her labor—was always an incredibly amusing pastime.
"Babe, my legs feel a bit sore."
"Let me grab some essential oil, just wait a bit."
As she reached for it, she mulled over, wasn't this supposed to be heart-to-heart time? How did I end up as a masseuse?
Lu Shen's scheming really goes deep. I'm absolutely no match for him.
With the oil in hand, Qin Miaomiao kneaded his thighs as she said,
"The sauna room was already arranged earlier, but we've been so busy lately that we haven't used it. After this massage, how about trying it out?"
This was something Qin Miaomiao had insisted on during the house renovations—after all, the whole manor had an astonishing number of rooms.
