Xu Qianqian was momentarily stunned upon hearing this.
Back massage?
She only mentioned it casually, trying to tease Jiang Nian, the innocent boy. It was half true and half false, in a kind of quantum superposition state.
If Jiang Nian really wanted it, then it was false.
Those who know, know.
"The flowers you moved yesterday are already gone, what's there to massage?" Xu Qianqian pouted, but didn't directly refuse.
Song Xiyun chuckled quietly without saying a word.
Jiang Nian didn't rush to refute; no direct refusal meant it was possible. Not looking at the conditions, but the status, so he looked up to observe them.
Xu Qianqian, triumphantly on top.
Song Xiyun, happy.
Both of them had just emerged from their excitement of listening to the rain, playing chess, chatting, and drinking together, their faces flushed.
The mood was good, and the atmosphere wasn't awkward.
Jiang Nian suppressed his laughter and followed suit.
