From the appreciation of flowers on her flat and wide shoulders, it was easy for Qi Congwei to see what was written on the documents. The appreciation of flowers did not deliberately hide anything in front of Qi Congwei, and Qi Congwei did not hide her thoughts and read it in detail.
The lift of the page was slow, as if Qi Haowei had enough time to think.
After a long time, the page turned to the last page. After remaining for a while, he slowly closed the document and gently ridiculed, "A servant, your massage skills are getting better and better."
Behind him was a silent silence, only the fingers on his shoulders were still moving rhythmically. His fingers were white and white, and the corners of his eyes were falling on Qi Congwei's pink nails.
"What a beautiful pair of hands."
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