Massage his legs?
Ye Xiaotao felt that something was not right. She pushed the door open and entered.
There was only a dim yellow light in the room. Leng Hao was sitting in a wheelchair. Beside his legs was a beautiful woman with a charming face.
The beautiful woman's small hand gently knocked on his legs and then moved up slowly.
She was about to move to his thigh.
The man lowered his eyes, and his gaze seemed to be fixed on the pretty girl.
"What are you doing?" Ye Xiaotao opened her mouth to interrupt the flirtatious atmosphere in the room.
Leng Hao and the pretty girl raised their heads at the same time.
"You are?" The pretty girl was puzzled.
Ye Xiaotao looked at Leng Hao. "Tell her who I am."
Leng Hao saw that she seemed to be angry. Her pink little face was puffy, and her big, watery eyes stared at him angrily.
He shivered. He had no idea why she was angry.
