Wen Leyu: When You Take a Loss, It Makes Me Feel Bad

"Move a little to the left. Yes, yes, right there. Put a little more strength into your fingers."

"I can't use any more strength. If I press any harder, I'll leave a bump on you."

"It's fine, it's fine, my head's tough! Press hard for me. My head's been a little dizzy these past few days."

Wen Leyu lay sideways on the sofa, her shoulder against Li Ye's lower abdomen and her belly resting against his thigh. Her little mouth directed him left and right as she commanded Li Ye to give her a VIP scalp massage.

Li Ye, meanwhile, brought out the skills he had learned petting cats in his previous life, treating his little wife like a lazy big orange tabby.

As long as Wen Leyu's eyes narrowed contentedly and the corners of her mouth naturally lifted, it proved that he had gotten the pressure just right.

And if Wen Leyu's little feet began to tremble with a "tap tap tap," there was no need to ask—he had hit the right pressure point, and his little wife was feeling wonderful.

Li Ye's skills were in fine form today. Wen Leyu squinted her eyes, humming "mm, mm" as she praised him again and again.

"Mm, mm, your hands are getting better and better. If you opened a blind massage parlor, business would surely flourish and money would roll in like a rushing tide."

Damn it, a tycoon like me, opening a blind massage parlor? What would I even set the starting hourly rate at?

But Li Ye immediately played along. "Of course, of course. And I have my wife to thank for that. If you hadn't kept me company every day while I practiced, how could I have gotten this good?"

"Hehehe~"

Wen Leyu smiled, opened her eyes to