Inside, there was not the slightest movement; it appeared that everything had finally quieted down completely.
Even fine beads of sweat had begun to appear on Chen Mo's forehead.
"I'm really sorry, Miss Wu, could you pour me a glass of water first? I'm feeling a bit thirsty,"
Chen Mo said, somewhat apologetically.
"Just bear with it for a while; I really can't take it anymore,"
Wu Qianqian tightly furrowed her brows, feeling as if her breasts were about to explode, with no spare moment to care for a masseur.
"Alright then, I'll start with a simple massage for you."
Seeing that he had once again slipped through, Chen Mo didn't hesitate and quickly began to take action.
Chen Mo placed his hands upon the beautiful breasts before him, then started to gently press them.
Objectively speaking, Wu Qianqian's breast shape was very beautiful.
But upon touching them properly, one would notice that the feel was nothing compared to the sensation of touching Xue Jinglin's breasts.
