Liu Lin lay on the bed like a puddle of water, taking a long time to recover before she frowned and said, "Auntie was almost done to death by you just now."
Wang Dahai lay beside her, playing with her lips with his finger, and said, "Does Mrs. Liu not like it?"
"I like it." Liu Lin coiled shyly in his arms, feeling like a rag doll while being ravished by Wang Dahai.
This gave her a strange pleasure of being humiliated.
The two lay on the bed for a while, and Liu Lin said, "I need to go to the shop now."
"I'll go too."
"You better stay at home and take care of yourself."
"Mrs. Liu, I'm already fine."
"Even if you're fine, it's not okay."
Liu Lin huffed, put on her clothes, picked up her shoes, and walked out.
Wang Dahai felt a bit helpless; his daily job was quite easy.
Moreover, since the people coming to the studio for yoga were all women, massaging their bodies was always a pleasure.
Having to suddenly take a break, he felt quite unaccustomed.
