I was stupefied, my fingers clinging to her secret garden, reluctant to part with it.
So soft, so tender!
And incredibly warm, already slightly moistened—probably from the comfort of the previous kneading, with dew seeping through. Inside, there must be even more moisture.
Shen Xin was also frozen, as if her mind had blanked completely.
It wasn't until my fingers moved, wanting to gauge her shape below, that she hummed softly, her face blushed with shame, and quickly grabbed my hand again, "Dr. Chen, what are you doing!"
"I... It wasn't intentional, just now it was you..."
"And what about now! Get your hand off!"
Shen Xin glared at me, her expression bashful to the extreme.
"Oh!"
Only then did I withdraw my hand.
"Dr. Chen, there was my fault in what happened just now, so I won't hold it against you, but, please refrain from massaging here, alright?" She lay back down, turned her face to one side, her voice trembling from shyness.
"Alright!"
