A snow-white thigh lay across the sofa. Lin Mu's head rested on it, enjoying the warmth and softness of the moment. Hua Meiniang's eyes burned with murderous intent.
This guy was too much! Not only did he make her massage his legs and shoulders, but he was also using her as a pillow.
Hua Meiniang wanted to strangle him. However, every time a hint of killing intent surfaced, Lin Mu would half-open his eyes and glance at her. Hua Meiniang would then immediately force a sweet and gentle smile, helping Lin Mu massage his temples. In her heart, she had already cursed Lin Mu a thousand times over.
Leaning against Hua Meiniang, Lin Mu opened his mouth. A peeled grape was naturally placed inside, followed by someone holding a glass of red wine to his lips. Then, another person quickly dabbed the corners of his mouth with a handkerchief...
