Xing Jiuan was just playing around, but Su Yin really rubbed it for her.
Su Yin's fingers had calluses from playing the piano. Her fingers were slender and beautiful. They were a pair of hands that were very suitable for playing the piano.
Xing Jiuan smiled as she was slowly massaged by her.
"I was just playing around."
Su Yin looked at her and smiled slightly. "As if I don't know!"
Xing Jiuan continued to reach out. "Are you still going to massage me?"
Her hands clearly did not hurt, but she still pretended to be confident and pampered.
It was as if she would be unhappy if Su Yin did not massage her.
"Of course I'll massage it for you." Su Yin rubbed her hands slowly.
"If you clap so hard for me when I go on stage later, I'll continue to massage you when I come back."
"Then don't."
Su Yin smiled at her and did not say anything else. She just tapped her on the head.
"Little baddie."
