Hearing Xian'er's bewitching moans, his heart itched, and he desperately wanted to be her masseur too.
"Xian'er, actually, my massage skills aren't bad. Let's find a time for me to give you one, how about it?" Sun Youmin boasted over the phone.
"Mmm, mmm, that hurts, be gentle!" Xian'er wasn't in the mood to chat with him, just feeling Lin Zhenghui tormenting her.
"Really?" Sun Youmin, hearing the moans, thought Xian'er had agreed.
How could he imagine that his goddess had been conquered by someone else?
"Mmm, mmm..." Xian'er's sound, which excited men, made him mistakenly believe she had consented.
"Your voice is so sweet, I like it!"
With that sound in his ears, Sun Youmin couldn't help but imagine that one day, when he might conquer her, she would make that same sound.
"Ah!?" The deep, low moans from Xian'er's throat made him feel more and more that something was amiss.
If it were just a few moans and gasps, he wouldn't have any suspicions.
