However, Xiaoyan's big blinking eyes were fixed on him, which made Xi Yemo frown slightly and he reached out his large hand and pressed a button.
"What are you doing?"
Lan Xin Ai asked softly.
"What do you think?" Xi Yemo raised an eyebrow.
The little woman blinked: "Honey, get some rest early. You have to work tomorrow."
"I'm not tired."
"I can tell you're tired, husband, let me give you a massage."
Lan Xin Ai knew by the look in Xi Yemo's eyes what he was thinking.
"Sure."
Mr. Xi happily agreed, how could he not enjoy the service from his wife?
Lan Xin Ai kneaded his legs, then his shoulders.
"Wife, now it's my turn to serve you."
"..."
"With Xiaoyan here, it's not convenient."
"Why shouldn't it be? Unless you're up to no good." The little woman huffed.
"But I'm about to."
Mr. Xi huffed in response.
"I won't let you."