Besides, he did not actually dislike Shang Qinghua as a person.
What he disliked was the man's domineering way of doing things.
Clearly there were better ways to resolve matters, so why was this man so unwilling to listen to him?
Yue Mingxuan found it puzzling, but he had no idea what went on in Shang Qinghua's mind.
In the end, he could only let things take their natural course.
Shang Qinghua then released Yue Mingxuan and said, "My head hurts. Massage it for me."
His tone carried the unmistakable weight of a command.
Yue Mingxuan felt utterly helpless.
Still, in order to keep the man before him from stirring up more trouble, he had no choice but to compromise and obediently start massaging his head.
His hands were extremely gentle.
Perhaps because he was so tired, Yue Mingxuan gradually grew drowsy as he give Shang Qinghua a massage until he was nearly asleep.
Seeing how exhausted Yue Mingxuan was Shang Qinghua did not insist on anything further.
