Noticing Nian Junting's big smile, Luo Sang said sourly, "You've been waiting for this moment, haven't you?"
"How can that be possible?" Nian Junting responded while carrying her to the poolside.
Luo Sang might have believed him if she was as silly as a pig. He put her on the cane bed, then said to her attentively, "You're tired. Let me give you a massage." After saying that, he began massaging Luo Sang's shoulders, which were still wet, without waiting for her response.
"You're hurting me. I don't want your massage." Luo Sang frowned because of the pain and shrugged her shoulders to stop him from touching her.
"Alright, alright, I'll stop." Nian Junting took his hands away from her shoulders, then moved those hands downward.
"What are your hands doing?" Luo Sang started blushing.
"Luo, I want it." This time, Nian Junting was finally honest. He directly made Luo Sang sit on his lap. Their wet and warm bodies pressed against each other.
