Cheng Ying's delicate body trembled, biting her red lips as she breathed softly.
Ever since she discovered that her feet were a sensitive spot, she had felt somewhat uneasy, wondering if Chen Bin was so attentive to massaging her feet because he had discovered this too?
Only a moment had passed.
Fine sweat had started to bead on Cheng Ying's smooth forehead, her hands tightly grasping the couch, not daring to make any embarrassing sounds.
"Chen Bin... Is that enough?"
Cheng Ying felt sticky on her legs and worried that she was reacting again, fearful that Chen Bin would notice.
Chen Bin chuckled and said straightforwardly, "Deputy Director, you're recovering quite well, this has improved a lot."
Cheng Ying responded with a wry smile, "Thanks to you..."
Chen Bin then said, "Deputy Director, you must have been at the company since dawn; it's not good for your health to be this tired."
