“Your shoulders are so stiff,” commented Jing Yuan, his soft yet strong fingers lightly tracing over your back. There was a hint of concern in his voice. “How’d it get this bad? You need to rest more often, dear.”

He started on the nape of your neck, pressing softly on your muscles. His hands went down, swiftly going back up to your rhomboid, using the palms of his hands. His fingertips draped over your shoulders and gently rubbed your collarbone. “Is that good? Should I be more gentle?”