Xu Qing's hands tightly gripped the sheets, fiercely resisting that feeling.
No, she had to stop.
She bit her teeth tightly, internally struggling.
That comfortable sensation was something she had never experienced before, but she was afraid that if she didn't stop now, she might find herself in an embarrassing situation.
Engulfed in comfort and unable to extricate herself, she still clenched her teeth and made a decision.
Just as Wu Xiaoshan's fingertips were about to touch her, Xu Qing suddenly spoke up, "Little Immortal, are we done?"
Wu Xiaoshan was taken aback and hurriedly withdrew his hand.
"Director Xu, we can't stop now, there's still a spot I haven't massaged."
After saying this, Wu Xiaoshan took his palm away and then stretched out two fingers.
Instantly, Xu Qing's body stiffened dramatically.
At that moment, Xu Qing was overwhelmed with embarrassment; if it weren't for the face mask, she feared she might have to hide behind a pillow.
