You’re Not Old

"What's wrong? Are you unwell?" Regan asked in concern. Knowing that she couldn't hide from Regan, Hazel decided to speak the truth. "I'm fine. It's just that... my waist was numbed from the sleep." Then, she said coquettishly, "Darling... My dear husband... Please give me a massage later, okay?" Regan could never turn her down and only felt distressed. He quickly carried Hazel back to the room and put her on the bed. After taking off her clothes, he rubbed his palms and gently massaged her waist. Hazel hissed in pain, but she soon felt comfortable. After a while, she began to feel the pain again. She looked at Regan aggrievedly and pleaded, "Darling... Please be gentle." Seeing her like this, Regan felt annoyed and distressed. "And you said that you were numbed. Is this the reaction of a person whose waist was numbed?" Judging from Hazel's voice and expression, Regan could tell whether her waist was numbed or sprained. Thus, Hazel could only say, "I got up in a hurry and sprained my b