After moving the luggage back from the car, and spending another two hours, they finally managed to place everything in its designated spot. By then, the sky had completely darkened.
"I'm so tired."
After a tiring half-day,
no,
an exhausting full day, Lin Feifei lay sprawled on the bed in a "大" shape, not wanting to move at all.
"Let me give you a massage, show you the Li family massage technique."
"Hurry and give my shoulders a rub, they don't feel like mine anymore."
Li Xiang, a grandmaster in forensic medicine, has a profound understanding of the human body. At his level, all techniques converge into one. He is thoroughly skilled in massages that alleviate fatigue.
Under his skilled hands, Lin Feifei let out a comfortable hum, "So comfy, if I didn't know you're a cop, I'd think you're a professional masseur. It's so comfortable."
"You're just too tired."
Although Li Xiang joked about being a professional masseur, it was self-deprecating humor.
