Lyra Smith was forced to enjoy Morris Jackson's massage services.
If it was in a massage parlor, she could have commented on the masseuse's technique and strength, but since Uncle Morris was personally giving her a massage, whether it was heavy or light, Lyra dared not make a sound.
"Relax."
Noticing her tense body, Morris rubbed her shoulders gently and reminded her.
"Oh... okay." Lyra tried to slowly relax, taking deep breaths, but it wasn't very successful.
Her body remained tense.
At this point, Morris leaned in, his face close to her side face, and asked her, "Is this uncomfortable?"
Lyra's body tensed up even more, instinctively nodding, then quickly shaking her head: "No, no! Comfortable! Very comfortable!"
"If it's comfortable, why don't you relax?"
"..."
Lyra stammered, "Maybe, maybe the strength is a little too much."
"Then I will lighten up." His hands on her shoulders quickly eased their pressure: "How about now?"
