Shang Qinghua was truly too tired to argue.
With his eyes still closed, he simply kept rubbing his head, looking as though it ached terribly.
Yue Mingxuan sighed and wondering why he was so softhearted.
He walked over and slapped Shang Qinghua's hand away.
Pressing randomly like that would not help at all, massage required the right pressure points.
He stood behind Shang Qinghua and pressing along his scalp and temples to ease the tension and fatigue.
Somehow, during these days when Shang Qinghua had not come by, Yue Mingxuan found himself thinking of him from time to time.
Perhaps it was simply because he had been "tormented" for so long that it had become a habit.
It really was true, habits could do more harm than one realized.
Sui He knocked and entered the room, she then setting the pastries and tea on the table.
The pastries were all made by Sui He herself, it looks delicate in appearance and pleasant in taste.
