Chapter 2520
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As Han Zhuoli spoke, his fingers came to her shoulder first. "Does it hurt here?"
"It hurts." Lu Man had been so rough last night that she felt like she was going to fall off.
So her two hands unconsciously grabbed onto his shoulders.
Her arms were suspended, stretched, and tightened. Even her shoulders were stiff and painful.
Han Zhuoli then massaged her shoulders, and her neck relaxed from his massage.
Lu Man turned her back, and Han Zhuoli massaged her back again. He even pinched her acupuncture points very accurately.
"The position is accurate, and the strength is enough. I didn't know you were so good at massaging." Lu Man's whole body relaxed, and she felt so comfortable that her face flushed red.
"The people from the Eight Great Families all went to the Lanshan Compound to learn a thing or two when they were young," Han Zhuoli explained with a smile. "Things like acupuncture points were naturally taught as well. Although they didn't specifically learn any massage techniques, as long as you identify the acupuncture points and control the strength, it won't be bad. "
In the end, after massaging for a while, Lu Man's stomach started growling.
Lu Man was still lying on her stomach. When her stomach growled, she immediately buried her face in the soft fluffy pillow in embarrassment.
Han Zhuoli's chuckle could be heard from above her.
Lu Man revealed half of her slightly red face again. "I wonder who made my stomach growl?"
"I made it, I made it," Han Zhuoli said quickly. "You don't have the strength to get out of bed. Shall I make you something to eat?"
Lu Man nodded obediently. Just as she was feeling happy, she suddenly thought of a question. "Can you cook?"
She had never seen Han Zhuoli cook in the kitchen.
Auntie He was usually there, and she would occasionally cook herself. Han Zhuoli had nothing to do.
"It shouldn't be difficult." Han Zhuoli frowned slightly. "I'll use my phone to search for recipes. Although it's noon, we just woke up not long ago. We can't eat anything heavy, so we'll just make breakfast. "
Han Zhuoli thought about it. Breakfast wasn't difficult. "I should be able to make it."
"Speaking of which, I haven't eaten anything that you personally made." Lu Man turned around expectantly. "It doesn't have to be complicated. Just something simple will do."
Even if she wanted something complicated, Han Zhuoli didn't know how to make it.
However, Han Zhuoli was full of confidence. "Okay, leave it to me.
. "Han Zhuoli got out of bed, took a five-minute shower, and put on his home clothes.
Lu Man, on the other hand, wanted to watch it, so she video-called Han Zhuoli.
Two seconds after she made the call, Han Zhuoli picked up.
Han Zhuoli's smiling face appeared on the screen. Behind him was the background of the corridor outside.
"I just came out of the bedroom and you're already missing me?" Han Zhuoli asked with a smile.
Lu Man didn't deny it. She wanted to see him cook. She also missed him.
"I'm hurting all over right now. I don't want to go down, but I want to see you cook for me." Lu Man was lying on her side. She was more comfortable.
Han Zhuoli saw through the screen that half of her face was squashed like a little pig's.
However, Han Zhuoli only said this to himself. He didn't dare to say it to Lu Man.
Han Zhuoli still hadn't realized that he had unknowingly become a tracheitis patient.
When he heard that Lu Man wanted to watch him cook, he went to the study to find his phone stand.
Lu Man had used it when she was video-chatting with her fans. It just so happened that he could use it now.
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