"To take care of my wife."
Song Guanyu lay on the bed, listening to Ye Yansheng. She obediently positioned her head over the edge of the bed, humming a tune, and closed her eyes, enjoying the feeling of Ye Yansheng’s fingertips running through her scalp.
The temperature of the water soaked through her black hair, and his moderately strong thumbs worked together to massage and relax her scalp, which had been tense all day.
It felt so good that she let out a few contented hums. Ye Yansheng laughed at her.
"No humming, Miss Song." He sat on a small stool, washing her hair, deliberately teasing her.
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