"Ah!"
Even though Winnie was a pub owner and could talk about ribald jokes with the patrons without batting an eyelid,
she still blushed and subconsciously covered her neckline with her hand at this moment.
She said in a soft voice, "Fang Hao, what are you doing...?"
Fang Hao was also taken aback.
What's going on?
Wasn't it supposed to be the next step?
"Ah? Miss Winnie, is this really a professional massage?"
Could it be that Winnie wasn't hinting at something?
"You..." Winnie was speechless. How was she supposed to respond to that?
She wanted to resist a little and say something about it,
but she was afraid this man would really think she was unwilling and wouldn't proceed further.
After thinking it over, she said, "Why are you in such a hurry?"
Fang Hao revealed a dawning look and slid his hand across her lower back, pulling her toward him, "Who can blame me when sister looks so good, I naturally got a bit impatient."
