While He Xing was massaging, Du Yue silently recorded his movements and strength in her heart. Although she could not guarantee that she would remember them all, it was not a problem to remember the general movements. After He Xing finished massaging her, she asked He Xing to lie down with his back facing her and used the same method she had just learned to massage him.
Although He Xing praised her for her good massage, Du Yue knew very well that she was far inferior to He Xing in terms of technique and strength. "Although I can't compare to you, it's fine as long as I can make you feel comfortable, even if it's just a little bit."
He Xing turned around and hugged Du Yue in his arms. "Your intention is priceless. No matter how skilled you are, it can't compare to your sincerity!"
Du Yue smiled when she heard that. He Xing was becoming more and more of a sweet-talker.