"Joshua Hughes, stop touching me randomly."
She turned her head with a playful pout, trying to struggle away. This man, under the guise of giving her a massage to relieve her soreness, was actually taking advantage of her and being handsy.
Joshua Hughes, with a serious face, told her, "It takes an even full-body massage to work best. It can improve a lot of little issues for girls."
He paid no attention to her protests, gently massaging her.
"This rose essential oil is said to be very relaxing. But is its effect really that good, or is it my massage skills?"
Evelyn watched as the elevator rose floor by floor, her heart filled with inexplicable excitement.
Outside the president's office was a small secretarial room. From a distance, she saw a dignified woman walking over with her head held high, the wide brim of her hat covering her eyes.
