Mengyao's fair hand was rubbing Ye Fan's chest.
Ye Fan was enjoying it with peace of mind, pretending that his chest really hurt, and occasionally he would cooperatively moan a couple of times. Since he was deceiving, he had to fool himself first; otherwise, how could he fool others?
Even if it's a white lie, it's still deceit.
Honestly, right now Ye Fan had successfully convinced himself.
He also didn't dare tell the truth; if Mengyao knew he was pretending, he'd be in trouble. Compared to that, it's much better to let Mengyao rub his chest.
But looking at Mengyao's worried expression, Ye Fan truly felt guilty inside.
He decided that after letting Mengyao rub for a while longer, he'd claim his chest no longer hurt. Not only would it be covering the lie, but it would also prevent Mengyao from blaming him, while enjoying a little more of Mengyao's comfort—it was simply a win-win-win situation!
"Does your chest still hurt?" Mengyao asked softly.
