When the skirt was lifted, a swath of snow-white was revealed.
Shapely legs, on the right side, marred by a patch of bruising.
That perfect ivory leg, now flawed by the patch of bruise.
Wang Xin just watched Tang Feng, and after a moment, her jade-like hand let go, turning her face away as she left Tang Feng to his devices.
No more obstructions.
Tang Feng's hand gently pinched the bruised ivory leg.
Silken smoothness.
No bone issues, that's the good news, but the muscle was out of alignment and needed to be massaged back into place.
After seeking Wang Xin's consent, he began to massage her.
The noonday sun, shining through the gauze curtain, illuminated the room.
On the pink bed, Wang Xin lay quietly, the white dress clinging to her, outlining her perfect curves.
With every press and knead of Tang Feng's palm, Wang Xin's tense nerves gradually relaxed.
Comfortable and pleasant, she began to indulge in the sensation, slowly succumbing to drowsiness.
