Zhang Yue's hands were soft and tender, without the slightest callus, pressing onto his chest with a warmth that felt like a piece of cotton candy, sending ripples through Wang Dahai's heart, relaxing him entirely.
Wang Dahai closed his eyes, savoring her touch attentively.
Although Zhang Yue didn't know much about massage, Wang Dahai knew very well that her real intent wasn't just to give him a massage.
It was merely an excuse to initiate some physical contact with him.
Sure enough, after massaging for a while, Zhang Yue said, "Wang, your clothes are a bit in the way, shall I help you take them off?"
"Mm."
Wang Dahai let her do as she pleased.
She grasped the hem of his clothes and chatted away as she slowly peeled them off.
Watching his well-defined muscles, Zhang Yue's gaze nearly threaded together.
Much like how men enjoy admiring the curves of a well-shaped woman, a well-built man also holds great attraction for women.
