"No, there's no need," Bo Jinyu pursed his lips, trying hard to appear calm.
But his ears, flushed red, betrayed him.
"Just give it a try," Ye Anran said as she trotted to his side.
Bo Jinyu quickly reached out his hand, trying to stop her, "No need."
Because he realized that as soon as she came close to him, he could smell an enchanting scent.
This scent was lethal.
Although he had lost his memory, his body remembered her.
To tell the truth, Ye Anran also didn't know whether her massages were really any good, but she remembered the first time she massaged Bo Jinyu, he really liked it.
But actually, she felt it couldn't have been as good as he said, since she had no technique at all and was merely pinching with her fingertips.
Her petite hand rested on his shoulder, and she began to gently pinch.
The movements were soft, for fear of pinching him too hard and causing pain.
