“Mike?”
"Um?"
Baker asked, puzzled, "What's wrong?"
Aina smiled and tightened her grip, saying, "It's nothing, I just admire how well you've maintained your youthful appearance, Mike."
Beck sensed something was wrong: "What do you mean?"
"The acupoint I'm pressing now corresponds to the kidneys," Aina said, rotating her knuckles as she pressed the acupoint.
Beneath the mask, Beck's lips twitched involuntarily, but he feigned nonchalance and said, "Really? I didn't feel anything at all."
"Oh?" Aina slowly exerted her strength, her body leaning forward slightly, revealing a glimpse of her snow-white chest.
“It seems Mr. Mike is indeed in good health,” Aina praised. “He doesn’t even flinch; it seems it really is.”
"Um…"
It hurts, it hurts so much!
But Baker absolutely refused to admit that it was his fault.
Besides, Aina used more force than she would have used for a massage; it was obvious that she was using too much force, which caused her foot pain!
When it came to a man's dignity, Baker remained nonchalant: "It's alright."
But then he noticed the scenery in his line of sight, and subconsciously glanced at it before turning his head away.
A blush crept onto Aina's cheeks as she muttered, "Little brat."
"What did you say?"
"nothing."
Aina stopped struggling and sat back down on the small stool.
“By the way, Mr. Mike,” her smile held a hint of danger, “I still haven’t asked, what are you doing here?”
Baker felt something was off; why did he have the feeling that his aunt had caught him doing something wrong?
Is it just my imagination?
“Let’s talk business.” Baker could have chosen not to answer, but he did anyway.
"It's business." Aina asked suspiciously, "You're not lying to me, are you?"
"Why would I lie to you?" Baker said, speechless.
"That's good. This isn't a place for you. Come back when you're older after you've finished your business."
"Huh?" Baker was a little confused, then a cold glint appeared in his eyes: "What do you mean?"
The unintentional leak of that aura filled Aina with fear, and tears welled up in her eyes.
"You yelled at me?!"
"ha?"
The sudden burst of tears startled Baker, who quickly said, "No, don't cry, that's not what I meant."
Aina's tears, however, were unstoppable, as if she wanted to vent all her grievances.
"Clearly, I've helped you so much, clearly..."
Her voice was choked with sobs, and she gradually became unable to speak clearly, but she still left Beck bewildered.
"What...did you help me with?"
Aina was stunned for a moment, then suddenly wiped away her tears: "Didn't I just scrape your legs? I even washed and massaged your feet!"
"Does this... count as helping me?"
"I don't care! Did I help you or not!"
Baker felt like his brain was on fire.
Is this helping him?
I don't think so, but it seems like it does count, doesn't it?
"come over."
“Me?” Baker pointed to himself, a question mark appearing above his head.
"Otherwise what? Hurry up."
"Huh? Oh! Okay."
As soon as he got close, before Beck could even ask a question, a fragrant breeze wafted into his chest.
"Waaaaah..."
Nestled in his arms, Aina seemed to have found a safe haven, letting out the tears she hadn't finished crying, venting the grievances in her heart.
Soon after, Baker realized that his clothes were soaked.
But looking at the figure in his arms, Baker stood frozen in place like a statue, not daring to move an inch.
Even his hands were hanging at his sides, as if he were holding something indescribable, something that could not be touched.
Just as he was pondering what was going on, a faint fragrance wafted into his nostrils, stirring up vague memories.
When was it? I think I smelled a similar scent before.
When was that?
The already high-speed CPU was completely burned out at this moment.
Baker gave up thinking.
Just wait, it'll be fine in a bit.
However, having wet clothes is not comfortable, and my body temperature slowly rises, remaining at a comfortable level.
Aina felt a wave of warmth, and her crying gradually subsided.
“Ai…”
As the sound faded, Baker was about to ask a question when he looked down and saw a pair of closed eyes through those long eyelashes.
Her steady breathing proved she was alright, so…
Is it asleep?
Baker felt like he had more questions than he had in his entire life, and now Aina's hands were tightly gripping his clothes, as if she were grasping at a lifeline.
"He seemed so well-behaved, why is he suddenly being so unreasonable..."
Baker muttered something to himself, but didn't dare to wake the other person.
I have a feeling that waking her up will lead to something even more terrifying.
Half an hour passed, and thankfully Beck was a master; he held his hand up for half an hour, afraid of disturbing Aina.
"Is that enough? How long are we going to sleep?"
Baker was a little annoyed; what was going on?
"Mr. Mike..."
Owen was taken aback when he pushed the door open and saw Aina sleeping in Baker's arms.
The hands were suspended at either side, as if preparing to make a move.
"Um... sorry to bother you."
The door was slammed shut, giving Baker no chance to explain.
Meanwhile, Aina was also awakened by the sound of the door being pushed open. She immediately got up and stood to the side, wiping the drool from her mouth and looking at Baker with a resentful expression.
Why didn't you wake me up?
He had already failed to control his facial expressions under the mask; he wanted to refute, but looking at Aina's expression, he couldn't bring himself to speak.
"It's okay, I'm the client."
Baker composed himself, wiped away the unknown drool from his body, and his gaze gradually returned to calm.
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