Engrossed in their conversation, Song Mao and Yang Chuan were drawn by the commotion from Ye Tian and Song Ya's direction.
Their gazes shifted toward them simultaneously.
Song Ya, feeling that searing heat pressing against her perky rear, her heart racing, whispered, "Xiao Tian, the strength of your massage is just right."
"It's you who have made it so comfortable for me!"
She tried to use conversation to cover up her unease.
After all, her father and husband were right there.
However, this experience was giving her an unprecedented feeling.
She even faintly felt a sense of thrill.
For Song Ya, born into wealth, she was educated from a young age to be demure and to strictly adhere to women's virtues.
She had always behaved in such a way.
Before she knew Ye Tian, throughout her many years of marriage to Yang Chuan, she had never done anything to betray him.
She had always regarded Yang Chuan as the only man in her life.
