"Ooh, Brother Lin, your massage feels so good."
Ruoshuang lay on the sofa, her delicate body in a comfy position, while Lin Hai worked on her back, his fingers gently pressing into her waist.
"Ah, this feels amazing, Brother Lin, you're really skilled."
"Damn..." Lin Hai almost shivered and pressed harder.
Should she really be saying things that lead to such misunderstandings?
"Ah, so comfortable. If I have a boyfriend in the future who's as good as Brother Lin, that would be awesome." Ruoshuang felt more relief from the earlier pain in her waist.
As Lin Hai continued to press down slowly, the bruise on her waist gradually faded, and Ruoshuang almost let out a moan of relief, her tender body slightly lifted in pleasure.
"Brother Lin, a bit lower please, it feels so good."
Lin Hai felt helpless, lower? Going any lower would be a bit too much.
