Seeing the WeChat message from his beloved first thing in the morning, Chen Yan couldn't help but feel elated.
He smiled and replied, "No going. It'll make my back hurt after."
Meanwhile, in the villa, doing yoga, Lu Man heard her phone ring, she slowly paused her actions and then picked up her phone to take a look.
Her face flushed, and she spat lightly, her freshly manicured fingers tapping quickly on the screen.
With her tapping, the phone also emitted crisp keypress sounds.
After a moment, only a "swoosh~" was heard as the WeChat message was sent out...
...
Wearing slippers, after getting out of bed, Chen Yan heard Lu Man's reply on WeChat.
He picked it up and read, "Shameless, isn't it always you who insist on grabbing my head."
Chen Yan smiled and replied, "But in the end, it's always you who keeps holding on."
Holding a towel, wiping her neck as graceful as a swan, Lu Man looked at the WeChat, her face reddened even more.
