"I used to give my mother massages often, and she praised my technique. If you don't believe me, why don't you try it yourself?"
Afraid that he would stop her, she softened her hands and subconsciously exerted force.
The man's big hand pressed her hand, held it, and pulled away, his expression cold: "Weiyi, I have a masseur."
Xia Weiyi's face was frozen, and the loss overflowed in his heart, rippling out and spreading in circles.
She returned to her original seat. The man had already lit a cigarette and pursed his thin lips around it. The smoke rose and swirled, enveloping his face like mist.
The face of cold white skin, mixed with tobacco, is more sexy.
"You've also met my masseur, Lao Wei."
Xia Weiyi smiled brightly when she heard the name Lao Wei: "Isn't he your Chinese medicine therapist?"
“And massage occasionally.”
The man blew out a smoke ring from his thin lips, and the hazy smell it emitted made Xia Weiyi's face numb, as well as his neck and the area below his neck.
"I can learn from Lao Wei and give you a massage occasionally as a way of repaying you for helping me with my studies."
Xia Weiyi is very smart and insists on doing what he wants to do without leaving any trace.
Si Wuan held the cigarette tightly between his fingers, gently shook off the ash, and a faint "hmm" sound came out of his voice.
Xia Weiyi was in a good mood after hearing this, and she quickly finished speaking about her demands for study.
After finishing a cigarette, Si Wuan suddenly asked, "Do you want to study for my dad?"
"Why do you think so?"
Si Wuan said nothing, picked up the cigarette box with his fingers and played with it repeatedly in his palm.
Xia Weiyi didn't know what to say. She found that no matter what she did, Brother Wu'an would think she did it because of Uncle Si.
It’s no wonder that Brother Wu’an misunderstood. Uncle Si arranged a painting teacher for her and arranged for her to go to Imperial Capital University.
"No, I'm doing this for myself."
"Okay, let's study."
Si Wuan opened a few books and flipped through them casually. The white books showed how weak this girl's academic performance was.
Xia Weiyi didn't expect this. He didn't ask any further questions, but asked carefully, "Do you believe me?"
Si Wuan stopped turning the pages of the book, looked up at her, a hint of smile in his deep black eyes.
He is a man who rarely smiles. On weekdays, he is more serious than Uncle Si. He only smiles when he is facing his younger sister Si Mumu.
Sometimes, Xia Weiyi wishes he were Si Mumu.
And at this moment, she was extremely happy, she was herself.
"I trust you."
These four short words gave Xia Weiyi full energy.
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