"Mom, is the pressure okay?"
Chengcheng was straddling her waist, pressing on her ribs. Not too light, not too heavy, but still a bit uncomfortable.
"Mm! It's okay. A little lower would be even better!"
Qin Mu endured the pain and gently reminded her precious son.
Chengcheng kept up his efforts and quickly shifted his hands. "How about this?"
"This feels really good!"
Qin Mu responded, and being tormented by the two of them with that little bit of strength actually made her a bit sleepy.
Even going through the motions takes effort!
Mu Yichen came out from the room later. The siblings exchanged a look and then withdrew together.
Mu Yichen sat down by her legs and gently placed his hand on her waist.
Qin Mu had been on the verge of falling asleep, but suddenly being pressed so comfortably woke her up a little in enjoyment. "Who's got such great hands? Mu Chengyang, your technique has improved quite a bit!"
