"Pop?"
The unexpected sound of her voice filled the room. Yu Chiyin stopped his keystrokes abruptly, his handsome face lifting to look at her in silence.
With his gaze asking the question, Lu Fengxuan's smile became even more serene and adorable as she said in an even coyer manner:
"My back is a bit sore, come over and give me a massage."
"Oh, okay." The man replied calmly.
Yu Chiyin lowered his head, deleted a line of incorrect code from the screen, then closed his laptop and stood up to walk over to her.
"Where does it hurt..."
Before he could finish speaking, Lu Fengxuan had already reached out with both hands toward his neck and grasped it tightly.
"Jerk! Bastard! Heartless scoundrel!"
As she choked him, she berated him, "I'm about to be angered to death by you, and you still have the nerve to work? Why bother marrying a wife with your saint-like celibacy, might as well have married your job."
