As Zhang Xiaomeng's large, fiery hands massaged her body, Murong Fenghua's heart began to pound wildly again.
Uncontrollably, she reminisced about that day in the hotel, thinking of that thick, somewhat ugly yet extremely majestic flagpole.
Although it was so ugly with bulging veins, for some reason, Murong Fenghua's heart really liked it.
"Perhaps this is a woman's nature,"
she sighed quietly to herself, comforting herself.
Zhang Xiaomeng's medical skills were superb, and naturally, his massaging technique was also mesmerizing.
With the continuous movement of Zhang Xiaomeng's hands, a tingling warmth spread incessantly across Murong Fenghua's body, the sensation was simply blissful.
Her originally tense body completely relaxed, and involuntarily, she slightly parted her rosy lips, emitting a moan from deep in her throat.
Hearing this embarrassing sound coming from her own mouth, Murong Fenghua blushed, covering her mouth with her hand.
