"Are you almost done?" Feng Lulu asked.
"Just five more minutes. Hold on a little longer," Jiang Xinghai said gravely.
"It's over so soon? Can't you massage me for a little longer? I'm leaving for the Provincial City tomorrow, and who knows when the next time will be. I order you to keep going for at least ten more minutes!" Feng Lulu suddenly opened her eyes and stared at Jiang Xinghai.
Her gaze was filled with reluctance, anticipation, and a hint of longing.
"Too long isn't good for you." 'He was actually hoping it would end soon.'
"Then let me ask you, how long did you massage my aunt?" Feng Lulu demanded.
"Fifteen minutes," Jiang Xinghai replied.
"Then why do I only get ten minutes? Is it because I'm too small? Don't I deserve fifteen minutes?" Feng Lulu asked resentfully.
Jiang Xinghai quickly shook his head. "Of course not. You're overthinking things."
