My Husband Actually Trained Me to Be My Ex-girlfriend's Masseur
by Good Luck
About This Novel
My husband and I have been married for two years. On our wedding anniversary, Lin Yi came home with a small packaging box in his hand. "This gift for you," he handed me a bottle of expensive essential oil, "is much more practical than flowers, and you can use it on your newly learned massage techniques." I took the gift with a forced smile, secretly sighing at his lack of sense of ritual. "Thank you, this brand is really good," I tried to show my gratitude, "Essential oils last longer than flowers." The next morning, I casually scrolled through my circle of friends, and a post made me feel like I had fallen into an ice cave. Meng Wan's new post read: "Last night's essential oil massage was so professional, and the technique became more and more skillful. I almost fell asleep! Thank you brother~" The technique in the accompanying picture was the special technique I taught Lin Yi just the day before. A chill ran up my spine from the soles of my feet, as if someone had stabbed me in the heart. That's my modus operandi, that's my gift, that's my home-made stress-relieving technique. My world came crashing down at that moment.
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