Wang Xiaoqiang, stared at by Zhong Ping, felt his heart pounding rapidly. However, seeing the eager look in her eyes, he truly couldn't bear to disappoint her. Thus, he sat beside her on the sofa, placing his hands on her shoulders and began to massage them.
To say he was massaging her shoulders was an understatement; it was more like he was savoring the experience, for he had never encountered such richness before, a pleasure only Wang Xiaoqiang could appreciate.
As he massaged, Wang Xiaoqiang sincerely marveled.
"How can that be? Sister, I'm old, and my skin has become loose. You must be joking about me..." Zhong Ping said, her voice somewhat hoarse.
"Sister Ping, I mean it... I've never seen someone your age maintain themselves so well... Whether it's the skin, looks, figure, or even charisma, none are inferior to young girls..." Wang Xiaoqiang earnestly said.
