After pressing for over an hour, even someone as strong as Han Qiwu felt his hands getting sore. He grabbed a towel to wipe the fragrant sweat off Tang Qingying's neck, sat up straight, and said, "Alright, beautiful lady, Alipay or WeChat?"
"One subject or two?" Tang Qingying flipped over and smiled.
"I meant, which of these apps takes up more storage? My phone's acting sluggish—I might uninstall one later." Han Qiwu shifted the topic with a laugh.
Tang Qingying let out a soft hum, stretched her neck, and said, "You're really good at this; the pressure is just right. The old pros outside always end up pressing way too hard, and I just can't bear it."
"If you like it, I'll help you out next time." Han Qiwu blurted out instinctively. As soon as he said it and saw Tang Qingying flush red, his mind went blank. Seizing the moment, he voiced the thought he'd been turning over for an hour:
"Mr. Tang, I like you."
Instantly, Tang Qingying's face turned completely red.
