The apartment was not spacious, but it was cozy and welcoming.
Tang Hao sat on the couch, while Zhao Qingxue was sitting with her back facing him.
Tang Hao had massaged her once before, but he still felt awkward.
He took several deep breaths and managed to calm his emotions.
Then, he lifted both of his palms and pressed them on Zhao Qingxue's shoulders.
He channeled qi into his palms and applied slight pressure. Zhao Qingxue's nimble body trembled.
Zhao Qingxue bit her lips and her face was red. The pair of hands behind her was like magic. It brought untold comfort to her body.
She felt as though she was floating in the sky.
Her body was suffused with warmth and her lethargy was swept away.
Tang Hao stopped about five minutes later.
"I'm done!" He removed his hands.
Zhao Qingxue was a little disappointed that it was over so quickly. She stood up and stretched her limbs.
