"I seriously question why you ca to live here."
Mingshen laid on his belly with his shirt lifted halfway up to expose his lower back. Jia took a generous amount of the ointnt and started massaging the painful area in circular motion.
"Did you hear what I just asked?"
"Hm? Did you say sothing?"
Jia frowned. "Pay attention."
"Trust , I am."
Mingshen was lost in the bliss of the gentle but firm pressure of her fingertips along his back that brought a wide grin to his lips. Jia’s hands moved with a natural rhythm, her touch surprisingly tender as if she was unraveling the tension he carried deep within.
He felt warm under her palms, the taut muscles yielding slightly as she worked through the sprain. The faint scent of eucalyptus from the ointnt she had applied earlier filled the air.
She leaned in a little closer, her concentration etched into her face as she pressed onto one spot. He slightly winced but didn’t pull away.
"Does it hurt here?" she asked.
"Nope!"
"Just say so if it hurts or how will I know?" She was speechless.
"What if you withdraw?" He gasped.
"...Why will I withdraw? I will just rectify the pressure I am putting."
"You are going great!" He gave her a thumbs up.
Jia rolled her eyes and continued. A minute later, she felt his intense gaze and she glanced at his side. His lips were curled into a goofy grin.
"What?"
"This feels nice."
"It’s just a massage."
"I am talking about us."
She blinked twice.
"You were completely ignoring yesterday in the supermarket."
"If you will discuss my bra and pad choices in front of everybody, then yes, I did the right thing," she smiled.
"I was just giving you enlightennt."
She snorted. "Unasked enlightennt you an."
His black irises stared at her quietly. "I prefer when we bicker and argue."
Jia raised her brow. "That’s an odd fetish."
"Much better than your silence. I realized last night that you spewing fire...I like it more than you turning your back on and walking away in silence. I didn’t like it when you looked away from because you thought that there was nothing left to talk about with ."
Jia studied his earnest expression and smiled. "To be honest, I felt very odd to ignore you too."
He bead.
"I was wondering if I should just give you one hard kick and express my grievances with that pain."
Mingshen eyed sideways for a mont and t her gaze back. "Kick next ti without any hesitation."
"..."
Jia slowly began to withdraw from her massage for real.
"Mingshen, look. I am not being judgntal here...but I wouldn’t want to get involved with your masochistic fetishes," she cleared her throat.
Mingshen grabbed her wrist, not allowing her to withdraw.
"Don’t ignore again...I would rather suffer your kicks and punches. It felt lonely when you didn’t talk to ."
She tilted her head. "Is sobody asking to be pampered?"
"Will you pamper ?" His eyes twinkled with hope.
"You already pamper yourself enough."
His lips pouted. He slightly lifted himself and rested his head on his palm with a smile. "Then how about I pamper you?"
She stared at him. "Please no."
"You didn’t have to react that fast..."
"I think I already had seven births worth of pampering with your thank you gifts and the private club experience on my birthday. I will collapse if I have more."
"That is a very cheap value you have set for yourself. You deserve the whole world."
Jia almost stumbled from her seat and threw him an incredulous look.
"I think you should reserve these words for Miss. Xie."
"Why?"
"Because I see myself getting your future wedding card - Yang Mingshen and Xie Mulan."
"But I see it written as Song Jia and Yang Mingshen," he smiled.
"Look, even your nas start with M - Mingshen and Mulan," she chirped.
He chuckled. "Differences appeal to more than similarities."
Jia raised the white flag of defeat and decided it was hopeless to continue any longer. After another five minutes of massage, she stood up and wiped her hands on a towel
"You should feel better now."
Mingshen’s eyes widened. "You are done already?"
"..."
"It’s already been twelve minutes. How much more do you want?"
That went too fast, he clicked his tongue.
His eyes lit up. "When will be the next follow-up session~?"
Jia sneered. "Sure, I will call Bojing tomorrow."
"He is very busy with work."
"I am sure he can take so ti out for his Boss in pain," she scoffed and tied her hair up in a bun, "Anyway, do you want to have dinner or you have already had it?"
Mingshen shone brilliantly. "Are you...are you going to cook?"
"Yeah...? I need to have dinner too."
Mingshen realized that he had actually never eaten Jia’s ho-cooked food. If his back allowed it, he would have hopped and jumped in joy.
"Yes, I want to have dinner! I am super hungry!"
Her brow twitched.
For a sick man, he is awfully excited.
"Alright then. Wait here. I will bring you your tray when it’s ready."
"Wait here? I want to see you cooking," he said without beating the bush.
She grimaced. "It’s just cooking. Also, I just applied the ointnt so you have to rest."
Mingshen didn’t heed her and slowly turned on his side to lift himself off the bed.
"Mingshen, I told to lay down!" She glared and pushed his shoulders back.
"I will be bored as hell waiting here anyway so I might as well watch you cooking."
"Your healing is more important than your boredom! Get back down."
The push and pull continued like that for a while and Jia eventually huffed with frustration.
"Fine! Do what you want but don’t co crying to if it worsens!"
Mingshen followed her out of the bedroom with an ear-to-ear grin. Walking slowly and steadily, he made himself comfortable on one of the dining table chairs facing the kitchen side.
"Are you in mood for spicy food or normal?" She turned and asked.
"Do you even need to ask that? Spicy~ Always~" Mingshen chirped.
Jia turned back to the counter and murmured to herself. "I thought that interest was only for humans..."
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