The man squatted in front of her, the warm expanse of his large palm covering her right leg, kneading the muscles of her calf with distinct joints.
Soft and gentle, there was a method to the touch.
Qiao Xi watched him, lost in thought.
Huo Xingzhou looked up, his eyelashes trembled slightly, "Why swim in a bathrobe?"
He clearly knew everything but kept a straight face to tease her.
"I..." Qiao Xi racked her brains for an excuse, "It's a bit cold by the pool at night."
Huo Xingzhou glanced lightly, the pool's specific thermometer displayed the real-time temperature as 30 degrees.
He did not expose her lie.
Qiao Xi felt somewhat unnatural under his gaze, she subconsciously gathered her bathrobe, fearing to reveal the fabric underneath. When she had decided to implement her plan, she was brave.
But when Huo Xingzhou appeared before her, her courage receded like the tide.
The man massaged her for over ten minutes and asked absentmindedly, "Does it still hurt?"
