Mu Anhan's small face turned bright red. She held her waist, glared at him, and accused, "Don't you know how capable you are?"
"Let me give you a massage." Gu Xiaozhan's large hand reached over.
But it was slapped away by her!
"Now you want to give me a massage? Didn't you have a great time last night?" Mu Anhan wasn't easily deceived.
Gu Xiaozhan looked at her, pouting in a charming and coquettish way, and couldn't help but raise his eyebrows mischievously, "Only I had a great time?"
She... of course, enjoyed it too!
But now, as she's about to negotiate terms with him, she wouldn't admit it.
"My waist feels uncomfortable," Mu Anhan mumbled.
She was like a little demon that sucked away his soul, Gu Xiaozhan wished he could drown in her, unable to control the wild energy inside him.
Despite her slapping, Gu Xiaozhan's broad hand landed on her small waist, the rough pads of his fingers slowly kneading, separated only by a thin layer of fabric, burning hot like fire.
