Ning Xuan kept her eyes closed. For some reason, her mental state had been fine right after the acupuncture session, but on the way back, she had found herself growing more and more exhausted.
"I don't want any water. My head hurts. Come over and massage it for me," Ning Xuan said, her eyes still closed.
"Of course, Contractor." Lin Mo quickly put the cup back down and walked softly behind Ning Xuan, placing his long fingers on her temples.
Lin Mo's pressure was acceptable as he slowly kneaded Ning Xuan's temples. His technique was a bit clumsy; Ning Xuan could feel that the pressure wasn't even, sometimes heavier, sometimes lighter. Clearly, he had probably never done this before.
However, Lin Mo was carefully observing Ning Xuan's reactions. After just a few minutes, he had adjusted the pressure until it was even, finding the level that felt most comfortable to her.
