"Sure, me too," Gu Junzhu chuckled lightly, caressing her cheek: "A deep look, a love for ten thousand years..."
The two gazed at each other for a long time when Ye Xingbei suddenly noticed that Gu Junzhu's face had regained some color. Although his lips were still a bit pale, his eyes sparkled with vigor, nothing like the half-dead state he was in when his old wounds flared up last time in Feng City.
She muttered, "Could my massage really be effective?"
Gu Junzhu picked her up, kissed her, and headed towards the bathroom: "I've always said your massages are effective, why wouldn't you believe it?"
"I just can't believe it," Ye Xingbei wrapped her arms around his neck. "I can't believe that we could be this lucky to have found such a thing."
Gu Junzhu raised his eyebrows, "Luckier than someone winning millions in the lottery?"
"For you, definitely!" Ye Xingbei said: "You lack a healthy body, not millions of yuan."
Gu Junzhu: "...It seems to make sense."
