Hei Long, with a mischievous glint in his eyes, began the massage, his touch initially professional as he works on Liu Yifei's shoulders.
Liu Yifei lay face down, her heart pounding with a mix of anticipation and nervousness.
Zhao Chun, seated in the corner, watches with a smile, unaware of the storm of desire about to unfold.
"Thank you, Hei Long," Zhao Chun says, his voice genuine and trusting:
"Liu Yifei has been really tense lately. I appreciate you helping her out."
Hei Long nods, his hands moving down Liu Yifei's back with a deliberate slowness, tracing the curve of her spine.
His touch is both firm and gentle, a contrast that sends shivers down Liu Yifei's body.
He leans in close, his lips nearly touching her ear as he whispers, "Relax, I've got you. Today, I'm going to take care of you."
Zhao Chun continues to watch, his expression one of contentment. "You have such skilled hands, Hei Long. I'm sure Liu Yifei is in good hands."
