The living room was very quiet, with the faint sound of two teenagers bickering in the kitchen still audible.
Nian Yuyu pressed down Chu You's hand which continuously moved up, glaring at him with annoyed embarrassment.
"What are you doing!" She lowered her voice, her tone coquettishly chiding.
The corners of Chu You's lips deepened, showing no sign of guilt at being caught.
"Slip of the hand."
Angrily gritting her teeth, Nian Yuyu shook off his hand, "I'm not massaging anymore."
Chu You, unruffled, kissed her on the cheek, "I'll get you a digestion tablet."
With that, he got up to fetch the medicine box.
Watching his retreating figure, Nian Yuyu bared her teeth and waved her fist.
Such an indecent old man!
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In the kitchen, Chu Yang and Yu Yitan were collaborating efficiently, having already washed all the dishes and utensils.