Qin Mobai didn't dare to go too wild, worried that Lou Xi's body couldn't take it. After satisfying himself a little, he took Lou Xi to the bathroom for a soak.
The hot water warmed up the entire body's meridians, along with Qin Mobai's skillful massage, and Lou Xi's exhaustion from a day's work completely vanished.
She leaned against Qin Mobai's chest, her fragile and bone-like fingers gently tapping on his chest.
Qin Mobai's gunshot wound healed, but a permanent scar was left on his left chest from when the bullet was removed.
She felt some heartache, gently rubbing it.
"Does it still hurt?" She looked up, asking Qin Mobai.
Qin Mobai placed Lou Xi's hand on his chest, using her soft palm to rub his chest.
"It doesn't hurt anymore."
"But there's a scar..."
"Do you think it's ugly?" Qin Mobai asked, "If you think it's ugly, I'll go get it removed."
