Zhan Hanjue closed his eyes, enjoying Ningwan's massage.
Ningwan's massage technique was unique, and the pressure was just right, quickly making Zhan Hanjue appear comfortable.
"How is it? Is this pressure okay?" Ningwan observed his expression, pretending not to know the answer.
"Hmm, it's alright." Zhan Hanjue answered with his eyes closed.
"There's something I want to ask you for help with." Ningwan smiled sheepishly and began to speak.
Zhan Hanjue opened his eyes to look at her.
His eyes were dark and bright; clearly, he used to be blind, so how could his eyes be so dark and bright now?
Ningwan felt guilty under his gaze.
"You're so smart; you should know what I want to ask you for."
"I know, but I can't do it."
"You haven't even tried yet, how do you know you can't?" Ningwan asked urgently.
