Inside the pharmacy's private room, Liu Mang lay on the bed, frustrated by the busy tone still ringing from his phone.
Oh no, his wife must have misunderstood.
Facing such a woman, how wronged Liu Mang was! Turning his head, he glanced at Sun Yan and said, "Look, beauty, don't make it sound so pathetic. I just asked you to give me a massage, nothing else. If someone didn't know better, they might think I did something to you."
"A man and woman alone in a room, and you so domineeringly toss me into the bedroom just to massage you, who would believe that if you said it out loud?"
"I'd love to, but with the state of your body, what can I do?"
"Silly boy," Sun Yan said with a smile, inwardly remarking on how naive this young man was — women are not as simple as you think.
