He let out a long sigh toward the ceiling. "If I finish, you'll leave?"
"Mm."
Without any choice, he sat at the bedside and began kneading Shang Qinghua's shoulders.
Truth be told, he had no idea when Shang Qinghua ever rested.
When Yue Mingxuan went to Flying Opera Group at night to practice, Shang Qinghua would go too.
During the day, he occasionally went to see the Emperor, and when Yue Mingxuan wandered about instead of sleeping, Shang Qinghua would also appear.
He really didn't know how many hours of sleep the man got in a day.
The motions of the massage gradually slowed.
Yue Mingxuan was simply too tired.
The moment his eyes closed, he began to sway slightly, and after a few moments, he fell completely asleep.
Shang Qinghua sat up and caught him.
These days had truly worn him out, he had fallen asleep right in the middle of massaging.
Shang Qinghua laid him on the inner side of the bed and carefully tucked the blanket around him.
