Shen Hanyu held her ankle and massaged it for her.
Sang Qianqian was deliberately making things difficult for him, but seeing how focused and serious he was, she felt a little embarrassed.
She coughed and wanted to withdraw her foot. "That's enough."
Shen Hanyu did not let go. Instead, he looked up at her. "You're not angry anymore?"
"What are you thinking? How could my anger be quelled so quickly?"
Sang Qianqian's expression was serious. "I meant, that's all for today. We still have to continue tomorrow."
She tilted her head and rubbed her temples, as if she was in a difficult position. "Let me think, what punishment should I give you tomorrow?"
Shen Hanyu looked at her with a smile in his eyes. His eyes were deep and gentle. "Don't rush and take your time. For now, go and rest."
He got up, wrapped his arms around Sang Qianqian's waist, and carried her in his arms.