"Whew..."
Zhao Tienan gently parted Li Wanqing's legs. Although he promised to keep his eyes closed, he couldn't help but squint slightly, observing everything carefully.
A masterpiece!
The first thought in Zhao Tienan's mind was this word.
But he didn't have any mood to admire excessively, because as a doctor, he knew what he should do.
The next moment, Zhao Tienan forcibly suppressed the impulse within his heart, steadied his breathing, and then began his massage technique.
Everything seemed particularly gentlemanly; he absolutely didn't touch where he shouldn't, thoroughly exercising his professional ethics.
"Hmm, ticklish, a little ticklish, this isn't good, how can this happen..."
Gradually, Li Wanqing began to adapt to Zhao Tienan's massage and her body started to react.
Her fair skin turned a tender red, and her sensitivity to the outside world increased.
She couldn't understand why she was like this; this was simply too erotic.
