Zhang Yang had Cheng Yue lie on the bed while he kneeled beside her, taking the essential oil he had prepared earlier and applying it to her back.
With such fatigue, her lower back specifically needed a thorough massage.
Zhang Yang placed his hands on her pristine back and gently started to knead.
Cheng Yue couldn't help but moan in comfort, "It feels so good, Zhang Yang. It's a real pity you didn't become a masseur."
Zhang Yang had to laugh but played along, "Huaxia's best male masseur at your service, miss. Is this pressure to your liking?"
"You can go a bit harder."
Seeing her reaction, Zhang Yang also increased his pressure, and it wasn't long before Cheng Yue was comfortably moaning and groaning.
"Oh my, this is amazing. You really are the best male masseur in Huaxia. I definitely won't shortchange you later."
Zhang Yang smiled and stayed silent, Cheng Yue was very good to him.
