"Dr. Xia, now you come and massage my shoulders and back," Tang Feng said.
Feeling those big hands leave her head, a small sense of loss instinctively crept into her heart.
She gathered her thoughts.
Xia Zhishan nodded.
Tang Feng's hands, cradling Xia Zhishan's shoulders, helped her sit up.
Behind her.
Scattered sounds began to fill the air.
As Xia Zhishan turned around, she saw Tang Feng had removed his T-shirt.
Shocked and embarrassed, Xia Zhishan stammered, "Dr. Tang, you..."
Meeting Xia Zhishan's gaze, Tang Feng explained, "Dr. Xia, only like this can I truly feel your massaging technique.
Just treat me as your patient."
Having said that.
Before Xia Zhishan could respond, Tang Feng lay down beside her.
Biting her lip, Xia Zhishan turned to the side, her hands landing on Tang Feng's shoulders.
Skin to skin.
The boneless, smooth touch of those little hands was greatly appreciated by Tang Feng.
