Warm, smooth.
And elastic.
Lin Da was shocked to see...
...his five fingers enveloping it.
Such warmth and loveliness, spreading from his fingertips, wrists, and arms, all the way to the core of his heart.
A kind of joy that made one's heart leap, longing to dance with joy.
It felt so good!
Little did he know,
Tasya's face had long turned so red it was almost unrecognizable.
It was only because she buried her head in the pillow, much like an ostrich.
Otherwise, the image of a professional maid would have certainly collapsed.
No wonder he is a master who has 'endured countless battles.'
Tasya thought to herself that even upon seeing her like this, Lin Da remained calm, coolly searching for the weakest spot in her Life Barrier with his large hand.
She didn't know if she could satisfy Lin Da when fantasy turned into reality.
This was a psychological battle between a small fry maid and a small fry master.
