Horror Movie (1)

"Mr. Vincent, does your leg hurt?" Emily rested her head on Vincent's leg and looked at him with half of her eyes closed. Her voice was soft and cute.

"It doesn't hurt." Vincent helped her dry her hair and took a comb to help her brush her hair.

"Liar." Emily sat up, reached out her thumb to press between his eyebrows, pouted, and said, "You have been frowning all the time."

Vincent smiled as he grabbed her hand. "I didn't lie."

Emily tilted her head and looked at him for a while. She put on her shoes and got off the bed. "Do you want me to give you a massage?"

"Huh?" Vincent didn't seem to have heard it clearly. When he saw Emily squatting there massaging his legs, his heart softened. "Where did you learn it?"

"I learned it from Sydnee." Emily looked up at him. "Mr. Vincent, lie down."

Vincent looked at her, then slowly sat back down, lying on the pillow. Emily gently massaged his legs.

"What do you think about today's wedding?" he suddenly asked.