Qi Sheng was so teased he could barely stand it, but he had to pretend to be a gentleman.
Looking at Zong Rui's sexy figure, he desperately wanted to get his hands on her, to grope and knead her body.
"My dear Ruirui, could you please stop calling me that?"
Qi Sheng finally finished massaging her back. He was quite dissatisfied with her tendency to light a fire and then walk away.
'I'm just saying, a little helping hand would be nice, too.'
"Huh? What did you say?"
Zong Rui played dumb, her face flushing, but she still turned over.
She couldn't help it; Qi Sheng's massage was just too good.
He was even better than the professional female technicians at the spas she used to visit.
As Zong Rui's long, slender legs turned, the faint lines of abs were even visible on her slim waist.
Her tank top rippled. Before, he could only admire her from afar, but now he could appreciate her up close.
'Damn, this is just breathtaking!'
