Early in the morning, Ji Wei woke up feeling soreness in her back and waist.
Even though they had agreed to hold back for a few days, someone clearly didn't keep their promise.
She steadied her aching lower back as she climbed out of bed, only to see the man already dressed impeccably, standing tall and dignified, his handsome face showing no trace of exhaustion from last night's chaos.
Noticing the woman's slightly resentful gaze, Mo Qian leaned over with a faint smirk, looked at her, and asked, "Want me to massage it for you?"
"You know how to?" Ji Wei asked in disbelief, clearly skeptical.
Mo Qian didn't answer and simply took her hand, leading her to the sofa.
"You… really want to massage me?" Ji Wei was still somewhat incredulous.
A man as distinguished as Mo Qian massaging her—it was hard to wrap her head around it.
"Lie down," he said gently.
Having no other choice, Ji Wei grabbed a pillow and tucked it under her elbows before lying down.
