Wang Yang lay lazily on his stomach on the bed:
"A little higher. Yes, yes, right there. Hss... put some strength into it. Haven't you eaten?"
Baoyue flew into a rage and landed a vicious blow on Wang Yang's back!
"Everyone's gone, and you're still pretending! You really do think I'm your slave girl!"
Wang Yang cried "Ow!" His whole body shuddered, his shoulders tensed, and his left hand reached for the spot she had struck. His expression could not have been more agonized. Eyes squeezed shut, he said nothing, only groaning and sucking in cold breaths.
Baoyue panicked at once. She hurriedly bent over to rub his back, anxious and at a loss:
"Did I hurt you? I... I barely used any strength..."
Enjoying Baoyue's soft, gentle massage, Wang Yang kept a look of unbearable pain on his face and said in a trembling voice:
"You don't understand. I mustn't be hit on the back..."
He had said it offhand to fool Baoyue, but it was not entirely made up. When Wang Yang was a year old, his mother had gone on a business trip and taken the opportunity to visit Mount Zhongnan. On the mountain path, she passed a shabbily dressed man coming downhill. A few steps later, the man turned around and caught up with her, offering to tell her fortune. His mother thought he was a swindler and ignored him. The man then called himself a Daoist priest. Naturally, she did not believe him, especially since he was not even wearing Daoist robes, so she pretended not to hear. The man said, "You gave birth to a son. Let me tell you a few things. No charge." Only then did she stop, deliberately saying, "I had a daughter." The man did not argue. He simply said