Cheng Yue's face felt hot upon hearing what Zhang Yang had said; she didn't need a mirror to know her cheeks were blazing red.
"Don't say that! It's your fault for making Sister Yue so relaxed that my panties are totally soaked, even seeping through my pantyhose."
Zhang Yang chuckled mischievously. He hadn't even touched her there yet, and Cheng Yue was already reacting so intensely.
She obviously wanted it badly, yet her mouth was stubbornly firm.
But Zhang Yang didn't point it out and instead straddled Cheng Yue's thigh, his hand slipping under her blouse, kneading her slender waist.
"Oh, that's so comfortable, Zhang Yang, just don't tell Xia Xue about this massage, or she'll definitely be jealous."
Zhang Yang paused, amused, as Cheng Yue didn't know that Xia Xue had already experienced his massage skills.
And it was a full-body experience, inside and out; his hands had touched every inch of Xia Xue's skin.
"Got it, Sister Yue," Zhang Yang readily agreed.
