Good people shouldn't be like this, so he wanted to do everything he could to help his second brother recover his health and leg.
Lin Wanxing rolled up his sleeves and energetically massaged Shen Huai'an's legs. His soft hands kneaded back and forth on Shen Huai'an's calves, and his warm, moist palms and his beautiful, focused face were so alluring.
Lin Wanxing was very serious, applying everything he had learned from the videos to Shen Huai'an's legs. He kneaded them repeatedly with both hands and asked earnestly, "Second brother, how's the pressure? Does your leg feel any pain?"
Lin Wanxing rubbed it hard, but he was afraid that he might hurt his second brother if he didn't use enough force, so he had to ask first.
"Sure, it doesn't hurt. Did Xingxing learn this especially for me?" Shen Huai'an was a little surprised, but this massage really felt good. His Xingxing was working so hard for him, and Shen Huai'an felt a little proud. He wasn't that lonely. Even without his parents, he still had people who loved him.
Shen Huai'an rarely felt love from his parents. He was the heir on whom his parents and grandfather placed high hopes. He lost many things from a young age.
As the heir, he has to bear all of this. Shen Huai'an tries his best to be the perfect child in everyone's eyes, to receive praise from his parents and admiration from others.
In Xingxing's heart, he was not an heir, nor was he Shen Er. He was simply Shen Huai'an, the second brother whom Xingxing loved most. All other identities were no longer important.
Lin Wanxing pressed his acupoints hard, and he was so diligent and serious that beads of sweat soon appeared on the tip of his nose. His eyes were extremely focused, and he pressed every single acupoint.
His cheeks were flushed from exhaustion, and his lips were pink. Even though he was massaging his legs, Shen Huai'an found his starry face incredibly alluring.
Shen Huai'an's gaze slowly darkened, and he couldn't help but reach out and touch the frizzy hair on Lin Wanxing's head.
Are you tired?
At this moment, how could Lin Wanxing say he was tired? He tilted his head back and plopped down on the carpet. "I'm not tired at all, Second Brother, I'm not tired."
It's a lie. It's clearly tired, but this silly star keeps saying it's not tired.
Shen Huai'an thought that once he got everything sorted out, his leg would be fully healed, but right now he didn't want Xingxing to be so tired.
“I don’t want you to be so tired, so Xingxing, you really don’t need to waste your time here like this in the future.” Shen Huai’an’s tone was extremely calm, as if he were talking about something very ordinary, but Lin Wanxing immediately frowned when he said that.
“What do you mean by waste? This is for treating your illness, for helping you recover your health, and I have the time. I don’t feel like I’m wasting any time at all.”
Lin Wanxing was very unhappy. All his hard work was being called a waste of time by his second brother.
"Second brother, don't give up on yourself. Your leg will get better. As long as you keep going, things will turn around. Haven't you read fairy tales? The more desperate the situation, the more the protagonists are saved."
The stories in fairy tales always develop in a positive direction because the world of children is always beautiful.
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