Lin Youyou buried her scorching red face into the hole of the massage table and refused to lift her head, no matter what.
How could she not know her own reactions?
She was, indeed, wet.
And not just a little.
There was no helping it; Chen Ziyang's technique was rough, but it made her feel so good that she couldn't control herself.
She had never experienced anything like it in her life.
There was even a moment when her brain went completely blank, and all the anger she had towards Ziyang vanished.
Could it be...
This was the mythical orgasm?
But now, having been exposed by Chen Ziyang, she really felt too embarrassed to face anyone!
"You, you stop talking! Can't you just give a proper massage?"
Lin Youyou said stubbornly.
Chen Ziyang chuckled and continued to massage her in his own way.
"Mm..."
Lin Youyou's delicate body trembled continuously: "Gentle..."
"How about you take a break first?"
Chen Ziyang continued to tease her.
"Don't, don't stop."
