Su Qingmei shouted again. Lin Zhou turned around and saw that her forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat, showing a rare weak expression.

"Please stay with me for a while... okay?"

Lin Zhou was stunned, sighed, turned around, walked back, and helped her lie down on the sofa.

Then he stretched his palms towards her soft belly.

Su Qingmei's body tensed slightly, then relaxed, letting his warm palm touch her body.

From her lower abdomen up to her chest down, there seemed to be a surge of heat flowing in, making her cold belly feel a little warm.

Then, press down hard with your palms.

"ah!"

Su Qingmei shouted, her cheeks suddenly turned red.

Lin Zhou asked: "Does it hurt?"

Su Qingmei raised her hand to cover her mouth and shook her head.

Lin Zhou felt relieved and continued to exert force, pressing in a clockwise direction with his palms.

Because it was too close to her chest, Lin Zhou's fingers occasionally rubbed against the edge of Su Qingmei's underwear.

"Ms. Su, your face is rosier. Doesn't it hurt so much?"

Lin Zhou asked while massaging.

Su Qingmei nodded and shook her head.

Her face was indeed red, but it wasn't because the pain was getting better.

But you can’t say it’s because your fingers touched my underwear, right?

Lin Zhou concentrated on helping her relieve the pain and continued the massage without asking any more questions.

The room was quiet, with only the sound of hands scrubbing clothes and soft humming from time to time.

After more than ten minutes, Su Qingmei's pain was mostly relieved. Lin Zhou also stopped massaging and helped her sit up.

"Miss Su, you should take a good rest."

Su Qingmei's schedule is too tight recently and she has to practice singing until early in the morning. Her body really can't bear it.

"Um."

Su Qingmei hummed, smoothed her sweat-wet hair, and suddenly asked:
Chapter completed!