Shi Nian took the glass of milk, the warmth seeping through the glass into her palms.
"Well, I’ll head upstairs first." She couldn’t quite explain why; she just wanted to escape, overwhelmed with anxiety.
"While it’s true that drinking milk at night aids sleep, in your current state, a glass of milk won’t do much." His voice, resonant like a piano string, stood firm in the shadows.
He took long strides to the living room, turned on the dim light, then walked to the sofa and patted the backrest, saying, "Come here."
Shi Nian drew a breath and stepped back, saying, "It’s fine."
However, he raised his eyes and commanded, not allowing refusal, "When I call you over, come obediently."
His voice seemed to enchant... Shi Nian couldn’t help but walk over, clutching the milk tightly, saying, "What do you want to do?"
Tang Yanqing sighed, reached out to grasp her wrist, and pulled her to the sofa. He placed her shoulders on the backrest, his hands sliding from the side of her head to her forehead. His thumb pressed against her temples, the other four fingers gripped her forehead.
The whole process was seamless, and Shi Nian was so nervous she almost dropped the milk glass. It wasn’t until his fingers settled that she realized he wanted to massage her.
She smiled, anxious, "Mr. Tang, you’re too kind, I wouldn’t dare trouble you with this."
He reached out and gently tapped her forehead, saying, "Sit properly!"
Not allowing her further refusal, his fingers began to press. His fingers were long and steady, the tips slightly cool, bringing an incredible sense of relaxation.
"You can’t sleep because your nerves are too tense. After this massage, your nerves will relax." His tone also softened as he spoke gently.
Relaxed, Shi Nian couldn’t help but smile, "I didn’t know Mr. Tang could do this."
He raised an eyebrow, "I know what you’re thinking, that I use this to please women. You’re right; I do it to please women—my mother, my grandmother, even my aunt. The women in my family are all very capable, but capable women often share one common problem: insomnia. I can’t help them with other things, but this act of filial piety is something I can do."
Shi Nian was surprised and apologized quickly, "I’m sorry."
He smiled, "Hmm. Did you think someone like me doesn’t know how to care for family? To be frank with you, I love, love my family very much."
Shi Nian smiled lightly, "Yes, indeed, that’s wonderful."
She also liked families filled with mutual love and affection, just like how hers used to be with Dad and Mom... Later, after Dad passed away and Mom fell ill from the shock, she never again felt the warmth of familial love. She had once pinned her hopes on the Xiang Family, tried all she could to change Guo Zhengmei’s perception of her—but every time she returned to the Xiang Family, she felt she was nothing but a humble servant or an unwelcome intruder. Updates are released by N0velFire.ɴet
She relaxed under his fingertips, her sadness seemingly flowing through her hair into his fingers. He frowned slightly, "Let’s talk about something else."
Shi Nian asked, "Suspect. You said I got them all wrong, why?"
He first countered, "You placed a question mark on number 5. Tell me, who did you originally want to write?"
Shi Nian’s body visibly tensed, "No, I didn’t intend to write anyone. Just because I wasn’t sure, I put a question mark instead."
"No." He did not let her evade.
Suddenly, a light sound came from the stairs, Xiang Yuan leaned over from the stairway, "What are you doing?"
[That’s the last free update for now. Tomorrow morning, two thousand words~]