"Honey, are you done yet?"
"Still rubbing."
The little woman sounded anxious: "Honey, are you done yet?"
"Applying more pressure."
...
Lan Xin Ai looked at Xi Yemo's handsome face, suppressing the urge to take her hands back.
He had been enduring a lot lately.
"Faster, faster." The man let out a deep groan.
All over... he roared...
"Ah." The little woman suddenly exclaimed, a hot sensation in her hands. Annoyed, she glared at Xi Yemo: "Why didn't you say anything?"
"Wife, you are too rough with your hands."
Lan Xin Ai: "..."
"Your hands are covered in your marks." The little woman turned away to rinse repeatedly with water.
Young Master Xi's face remained unchanged: "Wife, since I can't enter your body at the moment, I can only touch your hand."
Lan Xin Ai: "..."
...
Half an hour later, Lan Xin Ai, exhausted, collapsed on the sofa, while a certain man cheerfully sat on the sofa.
"Wife, you've worked hard."