After a busy day, it's natural to need relaxation.
For Xu Chang'an, in his past life when he was tired, he would return to his place, brew a cup of coffee, and sit on a massage chair to enjoy fifteen minutes of relaxation, which was an excellent way to unwind.
But in this world, his solitary abode unexpectedly became a "home," coffee turned into spring tea bitter brew, sweet Jade Dew wine, and massages transformed from self-enjoyment for fifteen minutes into massaging his wife, starting conservatively at a quarter of an hour.
"Fate plays tricks, I really like it." Xu Chang'an stood by the couch, exerting force with his hands, bending down to approach Yun Qian, covering his lips with his palm, and whispered softly in Yun Qian's ear, "Miss, is the pressure suitable?"
