Xu Mengyan pursed her red lips, keeping herself from making any sound.
But as Zhang Yang's hand roamed over her lower abdomen, the unusual sensation of comfort ultimately made a soft "Mmm" escape her throat.
Gradually, the sound grew louder.
Finally, she parted her red lips with a long "Oh."
"So comfortable, your massage feels so good."
At that moment, Xu Mengyan started to believe that Zhang Yang's medical skills were indeed impressive. She had received many massages at this beauty salon before but had never felt this comfortable.
"Can you press here again, yes, right there."
"Oh, oh, God, that feels so good, so hot!"
Xu Mengyan found it hard not to relax now; her moans grew louder and more enticing.
Zhang Yang's lips curled up in a teasing smile, "This is the 'tuina' massage from Chinese medicine. Impressive, isn't it?"
"Impressive, really impressive, ah!!!"
