"Alright, I'll give you a massage."
Chen Feng has now let go of his prejudice against her. After all, in three or four months, their child will be born, and he doesn't want their relationship to become too strained.
Also, she has depression, and Chen Feng does not want her to be unhappy or overthink, which could affect the baby's health.
"You're so kind. Let's go to the room."
Hong Xiaodan took Chen Feng to her bedroom. After closing the door, she deliberately locked it, making Chen Feng feel speechless again.
"Okay, lie down, on your side. I'll rub gently; pressing hard definitely won't work."
She has a big belly now, her back aches, so she certainly can't lie on her stomach for the massage, let alone press forcefully.
"Okay."
Hong Xiaodan obediently lay down on the bed, turning to her side with her back to Chen Feng. Then, with a red face, she mustered the courage to lift the hem of her maternity dress, revealing her white lower back.
