Wei Ziling carefully and attentively massaged Ye Fan's shoulders, then asked with a hint of unease, "Mr. Ye, is it comfortable? Is the pressure too light or too heavy?"
Ye Fan, with his eyes half-closed, hummed contentedly, "Mmm, it's comfortable, the pressure is just right."
Encouraged by Ye Fan's approval, Wei Ziling was very pleased. She hadn't wasted money and time learning to massage professionally for nothing. She then worked even harder on massaging Ye Fan's shoulders before carefully shifting her hands to Ye Fan's head, working on the pressure points there.
She was determined to be Ye Fan's domestic caretaker. Knowing that simply making medicinal broths for Ye Fan wasn't sustainable, and that other aspects of domestic care were too easily replaced, she wanted to have a unique skill that she could excel in to serve Ye Fan, hence she earnestly learned professional massage techniques to ensure Ye Fan wouldn't want to let her go.
