After all, Meng Po was a martial arts practitioner, and her hands were strong. Her massage was truly on point and very comfortable.
Yang Chen squinted contentedly, savoring this blissful moment.
After a while, Yang Chen finally opened his eyes and looked at Meng Po.
Meng Po was earnestly kneading Yang Chen's legs, her technique very accomplished.
Looking at Meng Po, Yang Chen's heart stirred involuntarily, and he spoke: "You see, Purple Cultivator has found their home, shouldn't you also..."
"I don't want to discuss this matter!" Meng Po immediately interrupted Yang Chen.
Yang Chen let out an awkward sound.
"I will chase my own happiness. I don't need you to interfere!" Meng Po said coldly, "Other matters you can decide, but this one, you cannot!"
Yang Chen faced nothing but rejection, "Alright! As long as you're happy."
What else could he say?
It was only right that she should pursue her own happiness.
He just didn't want to delay Meng Po from chasing her own happiness...
