The fake heiress loves to act? The max-level boss isn't interested in playing along.

Fu Hua finished applying the ointment and was about to withdraw her hand when...

He turned around and grasped her hand in his palm.

"What do you want?"

Fu Hua's eyes flickered, a half-smile playing on her lips.

"It's nothing, I just miss you."

He clasped her hand and gently rubbed his thumb on the back of her hand a few times.

The car lights were off, leaving only the glow of the streetlights shining obliquely through the windows.

The light fell on half of his face, making his eyebrows and eyes appear exceptionally deep and gentle.

Fu Hua's heart skipped a beat: "Does it hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt."

Xie Ci shook his head.

Fu Hua looked at him.

Xie Ci smiled and changed his tune, saying, "It hurt quite a bit before, but it stopped hurting as soon as you applied it, really."

Fu Hua's eyebrows twitched slightly, but she didn't resist anymore, letting him hold her hand.

Xie Ci held her hand, raised it to his lips, and leaned down to kiss the back of her hand.

When their lips touched, Fu Hua's fingers curled slightly.

"It really doesn't hurt?"

She asked.

"real."

Xie Ci looked at her, a smile in his eyes: "You don't believe me? Then try kissing me again!"

Fu Hua withdrew her hand and patted the back of his hand.

"drive."

Xie Ci laughed out loud and started the car.

The car slowly glided forward, and the light from the streetlights swept past the car window in segments.

We quickly returned to the apartment.

Fu Hua opened the car door, and as soon as her foot touched the ground, she turned back to give him some instructions.

"Thank you. Drive carefully on your way back, and remember to call me."

Xie Ci, sitting in the driver's seat, paused as he was about to unbuckle his seatbelt, his eyes wide with surprise.

Fu Hua didn't notice, closed the car door, and was about to leave when...

The car window suddenly rolled down.

"Huahua".

She turned around.

Xie Ci looked at her with a strange expression, as if he had something to say, or as if he was waiting for her to discover something.

"What's wrong?"

Xie Ci didn't say anything, but just looked down at himself.

Fu Hua found it strange and didn't understand what he meant.

Xie Ci said helplessly, "Look at what I'm wearing!"

Fu Hua looked over and saw that Xie Ci was wearing a military uniform today, the modern kind.

It stood straight and tall, its epaulets reflecting a dim light under the streetlights.

He already had a good build, and this outfit made his shoulders look even broader and his legs longer.

He's definitely a strikingly handsome man with striking features.

"handsome."

She gave a thumbs up, a genuine compliment.

Xie Ci's lips twitched. "That's it?"

Fu Hua thought for a moment, then said, "He's especially handsome."

Xie Ci sighed, unbuckled his seatbelt, and got out of the car.

He walked around to Fu Hua's side, stopped, and looked down at her.

"Morning,"

He asked, word by word, "What did you say when you left?"

Fu Hua looked at him, her mind racing.

Morning……

When she left, Xie Ci was leaning against the door frame seeing her off.

She was in a hurry to get to the store, putting on her coat as she walked.

After thanking him, Xie Ci asked, "Shall I pick you up tonight?"

She casually replied with something like...

It seemed like he was being told to wait and not get his clothes dirty.

"You remember now?"

Xie Ci looked at her, his eyes filled with a mixture of grievance and expectation.

"You told me not to get my clothes dirty and to wait for you, and now you're kicking me out?"

His expression after thanking her was rather pitiful.

Fu Hua's mouth was slightly open, her eyes glazed over.

Okay, she did say that.

She was just teasing him; she said it casually.

Unexpectedly, he didn't forget to express his gratitude.

Now... he's brought trouble upon himself.

Xie Ci took a step forward and reached out to pick her up.

Fu Hua was lifted into the air and instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck.

"Thank you! There are people here."

Xie Ci carried her forward, his voice low.

With a slightly hoarse voice: "You promised, I've been looking forward to it all day, I can't refuse."

Fu Hua struggled for a moment, but couldn't break free.

His arms were as stiff as iron hoops, and he couldn't exert any strength at all.

"I'm tired."

She softened her voice and pleaded softly, "How about another day? Tomorrow, I promise I'll cooperate tomorrow."

Xie Ci didn't stop walking; he had already carried her to the entrance of the building.

"Where do you feel tired?"

"I'm exhausted, I've been standing all day."

Xie Ci glanced down at her; under the moonlight, her face did indeed look a little tired.

"That's perfect."

He said earnestly, "I'll give you a massage."

Fu Hua was taken aback: "You can give massages?"

"With military medical personnel."

Xie Ci's tone carried a hint of smugness, "It's really impressive, do you want to give it a try?"

Fu Hua's eyes flickered.

She did indeed have lower back pain and tired legs.

I stood in the store all day today, bending over to work on that coat.

Right now, my lower back feels a little tight.

"Really?"

"real."

Xie Ci carried her into the stairwell, raising an eyebrow and smiling: "Why don't you try and see?"

Fu Hua looked around; there was no one in the alley.

But who knows if there are eyes behind the window?

"Put me down,"

She hooked her arm around his neck and whispered, "What would it look like if someone saw this?"

She wasn't afraid of gossip; she just didn't want to cause unnecessary trouble.

Instead of saying thank you, he quickened his pace toward the door.

"Will you let go or not?"

"I won't let go."

Fu Hua was speechless and let him carry her up the steps.

"You run so fast!"

She rolled her eyes. "Anyone who didn't know better would think I needed emergency medical help."

Xie Ci chuckled, freeing one hand to take out his keys and open the door.

The door closed behind me, and the room was pitch black.

Xie Ci didn't turn on the light, and placed her on the bedside in the dark before turning around to turn on the light.

The lights were bright, and Fu Hua sat on the edge of the bed, looking at him.

Xie Ci took off his coat, hung it on the hook behind the door, poured a glass of warm water, and handed it to her.

"Have a sip of water first."

Fu Hua took it and drank a sip.

Xie Ci stood by the bed, rolled up his sleeves to reveal his firm forearms.

"Lie down."

Fu Hua looked at him but didn't move.

Xie Ci raised an eyebrow: "Are you worried I won't press it correctly?"

"I'm afraid you'll press somewhere else."

Xie Ci paused for a moment, then laughed, a slightly roguish smile.

"Does that mean I can only press other buttons after I've pressed one?"

Fu Hua said helplessly, "It depends on your performance."

She smiled, placed the cup on the bedside table, turned over, and lay face down on the bed.

Xie Ci got into bed and knelt down beside her.

He rubbed his hands together to warm them up before placing them on her lower back.

"Does it taste sour here?"

Fu Hua nodded.

Xie Ci pressed down, with just the right amount of force, hitting the sore spot perfectly.

He pressed it a few times, then switched to kneading.

He placed his palm on her waist and slowly massaged it in circles.

Fu Hua narrowed her eyes, surprised that he actually knew it.

"How is it?"

He thanked her for her question, but his hands didn't stop moving.

"good."

"good?"

Xie Ci tightened his grip slightly. "How about this?"

Fu Hua gave a muffled "hmm".

He smiled and thanked her, then continued kneading.

After massaging the lower back, I moved upwards and pressed down to the shoulders.

Press your fingers on the shoulder blade area, and you'll get a perfect spot, especially those tight areas.

"Your military doctors are truly capable."

Fu Hua buried her face in the pillow, her voice clear and gentle.

The last syllable rose gently, like a spring breeze brushing against the ear, making one want to listen a few more times.

Acknowledgments: "How so?"

"The apprentices he taught were also exceptional."

"Of course,"

Xie Ci said while pressing the area, "In the past, after field training, everyone would press each other's areas. The military doctor taught us to do it, firstly to relieve fatigue, and secondly to stop the bleeding."

"So how many people have you massaged?"

He paused for a moment before saying thank you.

"Just you."

Fu Hua turned her head to the side: "You just said you'd massage each other, how could it be just me?"