At 36, she truly was no longer young.
Coupled with her preference for quiet over activity, her body naturally had numerous issues.
Ouyang Xianyue paused at these words, a struggle and hesitation flashing in her gaze.
Tang Song immediately said, "If it's inconvenient, then forget it. You can just find a professional female therapist later."
"No." Ouyang Xianyue interrupted him, "I just feel it's inappropriate for you to do this kind of thing."
"There's nothing inappropriate about it." Tang Song shook his head, looking into her eyes, "Between us, we shouldn't need to worry about these things, right?"
Ouyang Xianyue pondered for a moment, and finally nodded lightly, no longer being pretentious.
Tang Song let her sit properly on a redwood circle chair covered with a soft cushion, while he moved behind her.
His fingers gently landed on her shoulders, wrapped in top-grade velvet fabric.
