She closed the door, walked softly to the man's side, and began to knead his shoulders and massage his legs without saying a word!
On the chair, Fu Qiyuan remained as if he heard nothing, looking straight ahead at the document in his hands.
A minute had passed!
Two minutes had passed!
Five minutes had passed!
Then, Fu Qiyuan clearly felt the strength on his shoulders increasing with each passing moment.
Even so, a sullen aura pervaded the entire study.
A trace of amusement flickered in his eyes, and he tossed the document on the table, turning his gaze to the girl.
"Out with it, what's the matter?" he asked.
Su Ran blinked innocently, "Ah? Nothing's the matter with me!"
Fu Qiyuan looked at her expressionlessly, "Are you sure there's nothing?"
"Err... actually, there's a little something."
Fu Qiyuan propped his head at an angle with one hand on the armrest, leisurely waiting for her to continue.
Su Ran chuckled nervously, concentrating all her wits at that moment.
