Wen Ran chuckled lightly, agreeing with a "Okay," and obediently closed her eyes.
Mo Xiuchen hung the towel and returned to the dressing table, placing his large palm on her head. His fingers skillfully found the acupressure points on her head, massaging with gentle and moderate pressure.
"Ranran, does it feel good?"
A layer of tender affection surfaced between his brows as a doting smile filled his deep eyes.
Wen Ran's lips curved into a smile, "It feels very comfortable, Mo Xiuchen. You massaging me every day will spoil me."
"I've always spoiled you."
As Mo Xiuchen massaged her, Wen Ran's body gradually relaxed.
"What if you go on a business trip one day? I might not get used to you not being around," Wen Ran pouted slightly. No woman disliked being pampered by her husband.
She was no exception.
