Lin Chuxia simply stopped what she was doing, changed her pressing motion to a gentle caress, and asked out loud, "Gu Yuheng, how does it feel? Could it just have been your imagination just now?"
How does it feel? Of course, it feels good.
As for imagination? How could it possibly be an imagination?
After all, there was no such thing in the first place; his abs were never sore, so how could there be any imagination? However, he couldn't say this out loud.
So Gu Yuheng slightly lowered his gaze, and spoke with a hint of dejection, "Wife, I can't feel it. What about you? Do you still like it when you touch it like this?"
As soon as these words came out, Lin Chuxia immediately knew Gu Yuheng had been pretending just now.
At that moment, not knowing what facial expression to make, she directly asked with a straight face, "What do you think?"
"I..." He thought he should like it, since his wife always liked to place her hand on his abdomen when they slept at night.
