"Keep you waiting!" said Li Yundong with a smile. He took out several sealed lunch boxes from the plastic bag he was carrying and put them in front of Zhou Qin. "In a hurry, I can't make anything delicious. I only made a few home-made dishes. You can make do with it first? I'll make something delicious for you another day?"

When Zhou Qin opened the lunch box, he saw that there were steamed spareribs, fried lotus root slices and fried meat with shredded radish. They were all ordinary dishes. According to the past life of Zhou Qin, these were inconspicuous things.

But Zhou Qin felt that the food in front of her was the world. When she heard that Li Yundong wanted to massage herself, Zhou Qin was obviously stunned. Although she didn't know why Li Yundong wanted to do this, she nodded gently out of her love and trust in Li Yundong.

Zhou Qin's neck was a little red. She said softly, "do I want to lie down?"

Li Yundong said with a smile, "no, just sit on the chair."

Zhou Qin reluctantly smiled: "then you have to help me. I can't do it alone."

Li Yundong understood. He came to the bed, took Zhou Qin's leg with his hand, passed one hand under her ribs, and gently picked her up.

Although Zhou Qin knew that Li Yundong didn't really hug herself, she still felt a strong man's breath coming to her face, which made her suddenly tremble, and her hands involuntarily hugged Li Yundong's neck.