The moisture quickly spread, soaking through the white lace, imprinting the fleshy shape beneath.
Xia Bei was stunned, not expecting such a strong reaction from the woman.
"What's with your hands? So hot! So... pleasant?" The woman snapped back to reality, trembling in embarrassment, and glanced outside in a panic, fearing her daughter might hear and misunderstand.
She suddenly realized why her daughter had been shouting so loudly earlier; it sounded as though she was...
Her daughter was right; this guy really does have some skills!
However, it's just the skill of serving others—nothing to be proud of!
"The massage techniques I learned are rather unique." Xia Bei said, continuing to press and knead.
"You only learn useless things, wasting energy massaging shoulders and feet—is it really that glorious?" The woman enjoyed it, yet continued to belittle him with scornful and caustic comments.
