"You're not interested in the things I like."
"What's there to be disappointed about?" Han Yingying tilted her head, puzzled as she looked at him.
"I'm afraid you won't like what I do."
"To each their own, radishes and cabbages. Just because I'm not interested doesn't mean the things you like are bad. I may not like them, but I won't deny them."
Shen Mosheng nodded in agreement, "Yingying is right."
"Does it hurt?"
"It doesn't hurt."
"I was going to help you massage and relax, but since it doesn't hurt, never mind then." Han Yingying said, and let go of him as she "left."
Shen Mosheng quickly grabbed her, his face sincere, "Yingying, I'm in pain."
"You just said it didn't hurt."
"I was just pretending."
"So you're not pretending now?"
"Not pretending now." Shen Mosheng shook his head seriously, "Dad said, showing weakness in front of your wife is not embarrassing."
Han Yingying held back a laugh, pointed at a chair, "Sit down."
Shen Mosheng nodded, and began to undress.