Massage?!
The Empress was stunned for a moment, instantly realizing something.
The once feigned majestic facial expression suddenly turned even redder, becoming enchantingly attractive.
Originally sitting on Fang Yang's thighs, her pert buttocks also trembled slightly.
She was clearly nervous.
She hadn't thought much about it before the Demon Lord mentioned it, but now, with his words,
she could even feel the scorching heat from the Demon Lord and his large palm wandering on her body, slowly creeping down from her waist. It didn't take long before it covered her graceful curves.
"What... what exactly do you want to do?"
Biting her lips, the Empress was at the peak of nervousness, feeling out of her depth for the first time in front of the Demon Lord, even a bit scared.
After all, the Demon Lord's actions were too bold, but even so, she could only cover her mouth with her palms.
