Who made the first move?（2）

She inexplicably felt that he was taking a cold shower.

She breathed a sigh of relief, still feeling a lingering fear. She sat down on the sofa to rest, not sure if it was because she had been deprived of oxygen for too long just now, her head was aching.

After a while, John came out of the shower, wearing only a towel around his waist. She glanced over and instantly saw the bright red scratches on his abdominal muscles, which were very conspicuous on his smooth skin.

She thought of something and her face turned red, probably because she was feeling guilty. She quickly stood up and nervously asked, "Don't you have injuries on your hand? Why is it still wet?"

She eagerly took a tissue and walked up to him, taking his large hand and wiping the water droplets off his palm. He remained stiff, and some of the small wounds had healed while others had opened up and started bleeding from being soaked in water.

She furrowed her brows and said, "You always get yourself hurt. How are you going to take care of Jill like this?"

Jill currently relied solely on him for care, and this man was still so hard to deal with.

John looked down at Jane. She used to love him so much, but now he had fallen so low that he could only get her attention through their child?

A woman who had fallen out of love couldn't be brought back even with ten cows.

He had just wiped the water droplets off his hand, but suddenly withdrew it and spoke coldly, "It was just an accident in the elevator."

Jane blushed and nodded in agreement, "I know, John, you don't have to worry about it."

John's face suddenly turned cold, his gaze piercing her, "So what about you? You don't have to worry about it either? Have you fallen so low that any man can touch you?"

He sneered, his tone full of disdain.

Jane felt a stab in her heart and wanted to slap John in the face, but she dared not. He was a dragon she couldn't provoke.

"Did you call me here for something, John?" she regained her composure, but now she felt very hungry and wanted to eat.

John sat down on the sofa and pointed to the back of his neck, "Massage me."

Jane hesitated, she knew John had developed cervical pain from sitting in the office for a long time. Before they were married, she often helped him massage, and within the first year of their marriage, she did it frequently until their child was born and he intentionally distanced himself from her...

"My technique may be a little rusty, bear with me if it hurts." She walked around to the back of the sofa and began to massage him with skillful hands. It was a skill she had specially learned, and although she hadn't used it in a long time, she quickly got the hang of it.

John closed his eyes slightly, at this moment, his phone on the coffee table vibrated. He picked it up and swiped the screen, it was a message from a group chat with three people.

Kevin mentioned him, "Check out Brandon Chen's Moments."

He frowned, wondering why these people were so bored that they had to post on Moments for no reason. Wasn't it shameful to flaunt their lives? Although he thought so, his fingers had already clicked on Moments and found Brandon Chen's, which had a video.

He clicked on it and the sound of a beautiful piano filled the quiet room.

His gaze fell on the hands playing the piano and her perfect profile.

Her hands were long and fair, the flesh and bones evenly matched, each one shining with a crystal-clear luster, exuding an inexplicable allure.

These hands had just touched his chest in the elevator a couple of hours ago.

But just a couple of hours ago, she had used these hands to play the piano for Brandon Chen.

"Ah... it hurts..."