Tang Zijun's eyes instantly turned cold when she heard the words, but the flush on her cheeks was even more charming than shyness!
She certainly knew what the man meant by massage. It had been an emergency at noon today, but now she definitely didn't want any back massage.
"You wish!"
"Well, believe it or not, it's your body. I'm going to wash up; I didn't close the door. Come up after you've eaten by yourself."
Su Sheng got up and left. He had made himself quite clear. A man could accept being approached, hoping the woman would understand.
However, after he had washed up and lay in bed, almost falling asleep, he only waited for the mind-numbing, extremely frustrating Battle Tune.
Tang Zijun, wearing a silk spaghetti strap nightgown, sat cross-legged on the bed. After half an hour of practicing the Battle Tune, her emotions calmed down. She then flopped to the side, pulled the blanket over her waist, exposed her long legs and slender shoulders, and instantly fell asleep.
