"I'll massage it for you." Her fingers pressed on his temples, gently rotating, "I had someone bring over Calming Tea for you to drink. How about that?"
"Good."
Tian Jiao had one hand massaging him, while the other hand picked up her phone to call the housekeeper at home.
After finishing the call, Liang He had actually fallen asleep on her legs.
Tian Jiao put her phone aside and studied his face.
To this day, no matter how many times she saw it, she still found it heart-fluttering.
In Tian Jiao's eyes, no man could compare to Liang He.
He was the only son of his parents' lineage, a scion of a powerful family, but he concealed his identity and struggled in the entertainment circle for years on his own, his acting skill and effort turned into his works that spread far and wide.
He was not promiscuous; he didn't play fast and loose. Even with her, he didn't casually become intimate.
