"What are you doing? Of course, it's a massage," Song Landong rolled his eyes at Miao Qingqing.
"Then why are you lifting my clothes?" Miao Qingqing pressed her hands against her lower abdomen's clothing and glared.
"Look, Miao Qingqing, I need to massage you. How can I do it through clothes? I need to be sure of the acupoints, and there's also the warmth of my palms. Would it be effective through clothes?"
"But... but..." Miao Qingqing's mouth twitched, and glaring, she said, "Then you can't have any ulterior motives, don't think about taking advantage of me."
"What do you think?" Song Xiaodong smiled and looked at Miao Qingqing.
"You..." Miao Qingqing was suddenly speechless. In her heart, Song Xiaodong was the kind to never pass up a bargain. The words she just spoke were utterly pointless.
"Humph, fine, you can take advantage of me, but do not forget our agreement," Miao Qingqing lifted her chin. Song Xiaodong was always evasive, so using this tactic should restrain him.
