"Alright, I'll massage the front then,"
Zhang Xiaofan said.
"Mm!" Zhou Shuyi nodded happily.
Then she turned around and lay down face up.
Zhang Xiaofan did not look any further.
His hands continued to rest on Zhou Shuyi's body.
From the fragrant shoulders, across the chest, the abdomen, and finally to the legs.
Zhang Xiaofan's hands massaged with measured ease.
...
Ten minutes later,
Zhang Xiaofan finished the massage on the front as well.
Zhou Shuyi, lying flat, had her eyes closed.
A flush of rosy color appeared on her face.
The feeling of satisfaction was unspeakable.
Zhou Shuyi opened her eyes, "Xiaofan, are we done?"
"Yes,"
Zhang Xiaofan replied.
"Xiaofan, I really wish you could massage me every day,"
Zhou Shuyi said as she sat up.
"Shuyi sister, if there's nothing wrong with your body, you actually don't need a massage every day," Zhang Xiaofan said.
"It's just that the feeling of being massaged by you is so good,"
"It's almost like an addiction,"
