Yunxi's aura was overwhelming, and since Shen Shengqi had admired Yunxi since childhood, he now felt a sense of dizziness.
Shen Shengqi braced himself and said, "Massage."
Yunxi leisurely paused for two seconds, then suddenly stopped, turned to look incredulously at Shen Shengqi, and raised his voice: "Massage?"
Shen Shengqi: "Yes, she was writing all afternoon, and I massaged her arm a bit, focusing on acupoints, to help her relieve stress and relax. Later, I massaged her head too, because writing all afternoon is bad for the eyes, and I wanted to help her eyes relax too. That was when Uncle and Little An'an suddenly came in."
Yunxi stood up, walked over to the desk, took a chair, and sat down: "Come here and massage me the way you did for Guaibao."
Shen Shengqi: "…..."
He stood beside Yunxi and took Yunxi's hand in his own.
Yunxi's gaze fell surprisingly on their clasped hands.
Shen Shengqi explained: "There are acupoints on the hand too."
Yunxi closed his eyes: "Mm."
