The man's voice was indifferent, conveying an authority that didn't need to be exerted much on her, even a bit languid, yet it still contained an intimidating force that demanded respect without anger.
Jiayi couldn't help but halt her steps, grinding her teeth, "What is it now, Mr. Huo."
"Give me a massage." Four words, spoken without any shame, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
Since he was already undressed, might as well relax a bit. The man loosened up his stiff arms, after all, it had been tough negotiating with Shangguan Xiong all night long.
Massage — massage!
Jiayi was startled.
"You've already had a child, embarrassed by a massage?" He quirked his lip slightly, had already turned around, and lay down at the edge of the bathtub.
The muscles on his back stretched out to an extreme degree, fierce, wild, and flawless, as if silently commanding her to start moving quickly.
