"Are you thinking the wrong way?" Xu Baohan moved closer to her ear mischievously, placing a hand on the back of her neck and gently massaging it. "I'm talking about a very serious massage."
The vein on An Lan's neck stretched all the way to her tailbone. Her face was slightly flushed from frustration, thinking that she might be the one who was not serious now.
"I didn't expect you to know how to massage." An Lan held her breath to encourage him, afraid that her rough breathing would reveal her true feelings.
"I have more tricks up my sleeve. Do you want to give it a try?" Xu Baohan's voice gradually became deep and hoarse.
An Lan really wanted to be more pure, but she really couldn't do it when she met his gaze.
"Stop fooling around. Let me finish my work, alright?" An Lan quickly composed herself, determined not to let herself be seduced by beauty.
