"No need, it's nothing." Sheng Ning rubbed her shoulder, always feeling sore in her back and waist.
Xu Qigang half-squinted his eyes and, noticing her movements, silently came over and sat on her bed.
"What are you doing?" Sheng Ning widened her eyes at him. With people coming and going, wasn't he supposed to act aloof?
"What are you overthinking?" Xu Qigang said irritably as he ruffled her hair and reached out to help massage her waist. His hands were warm and dry, resting on Sheng Ning's slender waist as if they could snap it with just a little effort.
"You're too thin!" Xu Qigang slightly frowned, a flash of pity and an unreadable emotion crossing his face.
Sheng Ning, with her keen senses, caught the fleeting emotion in his eyes, bit her lip, and hesitantly felt that she should speak up.
"I'm sorry." On the matter with Meng Ping, he had not asked her a single question. Her trust in him was apparent, but she shouldn't keep silent either; it just felt unfair to him.
