He was about to explain further when Yu Lan suddenly walked in, holding a stopwatch. "Miss Lili said ten minutes. How has she gone over?" she mused. "No way. Since she went over by three minutes, I'm taking an extra three minutes, too."
With that, she approached the wooden tub and began to massage Zhao Rong, who was soaking in the hot water.
When Zhao Rong saw Yu Lan, he stopped trying to explain his secret daily... habit. All he could focus on was her exceptionally gentle massaging technique. As she kneaded his shoulders, she asked, "Brother Zhao Rong, how does it feel? Are you comfortable?"
Feeling Yu Lan's delicate touch and hearing her soft voice, Zhao Rong felt a fire of desire ignite within him. Controlling himself, he nodded. "It feels nice. If you could just help me... relax... that would be great."
Mid-sentence, Zhao Rong realized his mistake and quickly trailed off.
