"Chu… Sir, your hair is a bit prickly, it's so itchy!"
Qiu Shui's legs were very fair and equally well-proportioned. She wasn't the type to solely chase after a delicate and frail appearance; instead, her body had a more substantial feel. So, when her cheeks rested on the soft thighs, it didn't feel uncomfortable; on the contrary, there was a cool, smooth sensation.
This feeling was far from the comfort that the back of a chair or a soft sofa could provide.
"Is this… what they call a knee pillow?!"
Chu Mo gently touched his face. For the first time in his twenty-five years of life, he was enjoying this kind of treatment. His heartbeat quickened slightly, and when he glanced upwards, he saw Qiu Shui's cheeks, slightly flushed with a rosy hue, right in front of him.
"Don't say it out loud… Even I would feel shy, and also, don't look this way. Turn around and close your eyes, please!!!"
