She did not immediately break free, but slowly turned her head, looking at him quietly with a calm, puzzled gaze.
As if asking, "What are you doing?"
Being stared at by this beautiful woman with such a gaze, even someone as thick-skinned as Tang Song couldn't help but blush.
He forced himself to remain calm, explaining, "Seeing you stand for so long, I wanted to help ease your back muscles. You know, my massage skills are quite good."
After speaking, he nonchalantly withdrew his salty hands.
There was a ten-year age difference between them, and her identity was so special.
Though he had some small thoughts before, he had always remained restrained.
Today, although there was a subtle breakthrough under her guidance, at the end of the day, the layer of window paper had not been truly shattered.
The recent action was indeed rash.
But truth be told, it felt really good.
No excess fat, full of plump elasticity.
A fleeting smile flashed in Ouyang Xianyue's eyes.
