Breaking Into Cold Sweat

Xie Limo obviously knew what was going through Yun Bixue's mind. He replied gently, "I'm not doing this for you, I'm doing this for my child."

Yun Bixue pouted. "Limo, the way you say it, it's like you only care about the child!"

Xie Limo's chest rumbled as he chuckled. He scratched her nose lightly. "Why are you still acting like a child and being jealous of another child?"

"I'm not. I just want you to rest a little. You really don't have to massage me. I'm not tired."

Yun Bixue blinked up with her clear eyes, imploring him to believe her words.

Xie Limo looked at Yun Bixue's swollen feet, and his gaze darkened. His heart would ache immensely every time he saw it.

But some things were hard to articulate, so he could only hide them in his heart. Yet, the sort of heartache he felt for her was always so raw, so he wanted to be able to do something for her.