Chen Dong's hand quivered.
What?
Breasts?
Both sides?
If he really pressed them.
Later, when Huang Chuanjun found out the truth, she would definitely slaughter him.
Chen Dong was caught between a rock and a hard place, torn over whether to press or not to press.
After a moment's hesitation, Chen Dong decided to just go ahead and do it.
Chen Dong's hands moved from Huang Chuanjun's soft shoulders down, gently caressing her flawless, white jade back, rounding underneath one arm to the other, and continued forward, downward.
"Hehe..."
Huang Chuanjun couldn't contain the ticklish laughter bubbling up from within.
Especially, that electric sensation made Huang Chuanjun blush from her face to her ears, even the base of her neck turned a deep red as she breathed softly, "Yu Er... your massage technique... is completely different from before... very... brilliant..."
"I really feel comfortable..."
