And then, he was slapped in the face.
Xiao Ying spread her legs apart and straddled Li Qiang's body, her fair hands coated with a layer of rose essential oil, its fragrance refreshing his mind and invigorating his spirit.
Next, those warm hands rested on Li Qiang's body, initially just to spread the oil, but soon Li Qiang felt a strong force at his shoulders.
The moment he was pinched, he opened his eyes wide, filled with shock. Meeting Xiao Ying's smiling eyes, Li Qiang closed his own once more, enduring the pain with all his might.
"How is it, sir, is the pressure alright?"
Li Qiang gritted his teeth, his face reddening from holding back, yet he nodded: "Mhm, no problem, it's really comfortable."
In this way, Xiao Ying's hands roamed over Li Qiang, her movements rivaling professional massage, yet even more relaxing in comparison.
But for Li Qiang, it felt like torture, her strength surpassing any cruel punishment he could imagine.
