Meanwhile.
In Delta No. 108 Villa, Chen Yansen was lying on a soft sofa, his head resting on Teacher Ye's lap. He breathed in her faint, milky scent, enjoying her massage.
"Harder!"
Chen Yansen ordered.
"Your head is so hard."
"What part of me isn't hard?"
Ye Qiuping pursed her lips into a faint smile, increased the pressure slightly, and kneaded President Chen's head.
"That feels good. A little higher," Chen Yansen said.
"On your forehead?" Ye Qiuping knew he was being mischievous. Her hands complied readily, but she couldn't resist teasing him.
"Make sweet fermented rice balls for tonight," Chen Yansen casually requested.
"With brown sugar or rock sugar?" Ye Qiuping confirmed.
"White sugar." Chen Yansen chose neither, giving a new answer.
