She was originally giving Oliver Johnson a massage, but who knew an unexpected visitor would suddenly pop out halfway through.
Oliver Johnson's deep, magnetic voice casually uttered a 'mm,' which instantly satisfied the woman's heart.
"Oliver, as long as you're comfortable." The woman teased playfully, her small hand becoming increasingly restless. Initially, she was lightly massaging his back, but later, her hand slid down along his perfect muscles...
She slipped out of her thin silk nightdress, her soft body covering his back, subtly rubbing against him.
"Put your clothes back on." His voice came through without any fluctuation.
The foreign girl felt a bit bored. Having been by his side for a year, she knew quite well what his character was like. She sensibly picked up the discarded nightdress from the floor and put it on.
Was he truly uninterested in women, with no desires?
The foreign girl couldn't understand.
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