She lay prone on the sofa, feeling Lu Hechen's hands land on her feet again, kneading relentlessly.
She couldn't see him, her body tense.
Suddenly, those hands left her feet, moved upward, and landed heavily yet forcefully on her back.
Weilan stiffened.
Then she felt Lu Hechen's hands grasp her shoulders, releasing just the right amount of pressure into her neck.
A little more would hurt, a little less wouldn't suffice.
After massaging like this for a while, Weilan couldn't help but let out a contented sigh, "Mm, that feels good."
Something stirred within Lu Hechen's heart, and his hands continued to press for a while before sliding down, resting on her lower back.
It really was a massage.
But when his hands reached her bottom, Weilan tensed.
The obvious change made Lu Hechen feel Weilan's nervousness.
"Brother Hechen," she called out softly.
"Hmm!" His voice was unaffected, but incredibly husky.
He applied a bit more pressure, squeezing gently.
