Xu Wendong was taken aback by Chu Huanyan's words. Without thinking much, he hurriedly replied, "The Princess is of noble stature, while my confidantes are mere commoners. How dare they be compared with the Princess?"
Chu Huanyan remained silent, slowly lying down on the phoenix bed, her seductive and enchanting figure fully revealed, exuding a deadly temptation.
"Young Master Xu, can we start the massage now?" Chu Huanyan's gentle voice sounded.
"Of course." Xu Wendong nervously swallowed and said, "Mr. Xu means no offense!" Saying this, he slowly extended his hands, placing them on Chu Huanyan's flat abdomen, and began to massage gently.
Chu Huanyan's skin was as smooth as solidified fat, incredibly delicate.
Yet, it exuded a bone-piercing coldness.
Even though Xu Wendong possessed the Ancient Sacred Body, after placing his hands on her, it felt as if he was holding a block of ice.
The feeling was very uncomfortable.
