Yu Niaoniao did not know Xiao Juan's complicated feelings at all. She kicked off her shoes and socks, knelt on the bed, and massaged his back hard.
She worked for a long time before stopping. By then, she was sweating profusely from exhaustion, and her face was flushed.
"Okay, you can turn over."
Xiao Juan did not move.
Yu Niaoniao reached out and patted his back. "Why aren't you moving?"
Xiao Juan could not say anything.
After being massaged by Yu Niaoniao just now, he actually felt something uncontrollably. There was a reaction below his abdominal cavity.
If he flipped over now, she would immediately notice his abnormality.
He couldn't afford to be embarrassed.
Yu Niaoniao looked at her claws and remembered how hard she had exerted just now. She could not help but worry.
"Don't tell me you suffered internal injuries from my massage?"
Xiao Juan was indeed about to suffer internal injuries.
