She instinctively dodged, her flat abdomen leaning forward, pressing onto Gu Ran.
"You!" Gu Ran suppressed his rising blood heat, "Don't move around!"
Mountains are formed by the pressure and swelling of the earth.
"Who shouldn't move around?" Yan Hanxiang was even more annoyed.
"I..." Gu Ran's momentum suddenly dropped, "...I wanted to prove to you that just by massaging like this, one can achieve miraculous effects, this is [Great Magic]."
"Massage?" Yan Hanxiang thought of something.
She stared into Gu Ran's eyes and asked him, "Do you use this kind of indecent technique when you massage Zhuang Jing every day?"
"Because the dreams are quite strange, Mrs. Jing is my teacher, so I told her the massage was for research, nothing else."
"You told Zhuang Jing about the dreams?" Yan Hanxiang propped herself up, struggling out of Gu Ran's hold.
