The palms were slightly sweaty from excessive tension.
"Hurts."
Chen Mang looked down at Yan Yao with a slightly displeased expression.
"I... Master Mang, then I'll be gentler..."
...
Forty minutes later.
Chen Mang leaned against the chair, opened the window to cool down, took a chilled bottle of mineral water, drank half of it in one gulp, and finally exhaled deeply, lighting a cigarette and staring at the smoke swirling on the ceiling.
"Massage, I'm tired."
Ji Chuchu did not immediately get up; instead, she tidied up a bit before placing her fingers on Master Mang's calves, kneading with a gentle force.
Yan Yao also approached, kneeling on the ground to massage Master Mang's other leg.
Master Mang doesn't have much leg hair.
"The face is still delicate."
Chen Mang lifted Yan Yao's chin with his toe, examining her closely before casually saying, "From now on, you will receive the same level 3 talent advanced treatment as Ji Chuchu."
After a while.
