Bo Sishen wore a disguise, so Mu Shini couldn't see what his face looked like.
But Bo Sishen's deep eyes shimmered with intense fire, his cold lips involuntarily curled, a faint smile quickly emerged and disappeared, the expression slowly turned into restraint.
Bo Sishen suddenly remembered that he was now playing her old, disabled, and ugly husband, unable to move.
"Lie down." Bo Sishen frowned, his rough voice carrying a chilling tone.
Mu Shini obediently lay down, carefully tucking in her clothes, exposing only her beautiful back to Bo Sishen.
Just by looking at this smooth, fair back, Bo Sishen still had distracting thoughts, but he controlled them well.
Mu Shini wriggled like a little fish on the massage bed, then comfortably lay still.
With this massage, her body felt much more relaxed.
