Sang Luo clutched her stomach and shrank toward the foot of the bed. "...I'm pregnant right now, so don't you dare try anything!"
"I'm not that desperate. I wouldn't prey on a pregnant female," Duotu shot her a resentful glare. 'In her eyes, am I some kind of animal?'
He was tall and slender, with large hands. A single palm easily pinned down both of Sang Luo's legs. The smooth, soft, and fair touch was so exquisite that Duotu couldn't bear to let go, and he couldn't resist giving them a few extra caresses.
Sang Luo's face flushed red. "And you say you don't have ulterior motives for me? W-what are you doing?"
"Hm? I'm massaging your legs."
Duotu sat on the edge of the bed, kneading her thigh with just the right amount of pressure. His eyes were clear, his technique practiced.
