"Ah!"
Wang Dahai's grip directly elicited a response from her, a soul-stirring moan escaping her lips.
She opened her eyes and said angrily, "Are you doing this on purpose to take advantage of me?"
Wang Dahai replied, "It's your own body that's sensitive, what does it have to do with me? Do you still want the massage or not? If not, I'm going to sleep."
Jiang Rou was annoyed, but Wang Dahai wasn't wrong; her body was indeed sensitive.
But no matter who it was, they would react the same way if they were touched like this.
"Be gentler."
"I can't."
"You..."
Wang Dahai's tone and attitude made her feel incredibly wronged.
However, before she could protest, Wang Dahai kneaded fiercely once more.
Bouts of tingling pleasure and electric-like comfort kept assaulting her, tempting out the cravings deep within her heart.
In her secret garden, the waters had already begun to flow.
That itchy sensation was beyond her control.
