Qin Mei rubbed her sore waist. "Jing Si, I'm your wife, not your enemy. Can't you be a little gentler with me?"
"If I'm too gentle, you won't like it." A devilishly charming smile played on Jingchen's lips.
"Jing Si, are you asking for a beating?" 'What kind of nonsense is he spouting? I do like it gentle, thank you very much.'
"Okay, I'll be gentler next time." Jingchen surrendered. He stretched out a long arm and scooped her, comforter and all, into his embrace. Qin Mei cried out in surprise, but before she could react, his large hand was already gently massaging her waist.
Qin Mei stiffened for a moment. His massage was more comforting than her own. She nestled into his arms and closed her eyes, enjoying it.
Suddenly, a thought struck Qin Mei. She opened her eyes and looked at Jingchen. "What about your older sister?"
Jingchen hadn't locked the door when he came in. It would be so awkward if Jie Jingling came in and saw this.
