Stepping forward, she entered the bathtub.
Under Lynn's gaze, she slowly crouched down and sat opposite Lynn, soaking in the hot water.
Looking at Lynn's eyes, staring straight at her.
Janet only felt her breathing quicken slightly.
Janet opened her mouth and reminded, "Then I'll start the massage."
Lynn nodded, "Go ahead."
Following Lynn's instructions, Janet extended both hands and gently lifted Lynn's right hand.
She began massaging from the finger joints, moving gradually up the arm.
At first, massaging just the palms and forearms was fine.
Janet maintained a sufficient distance from Lynn.
However.
After finishing the forearm, when Janet started massaging Lynn's upper arm.
She could clearly feel Lynn's right hand occasionally graze against his chest in front of him.
Was Lynn doing it on purpose?
Already inwardly tense, Janet felt even more nervous to the extreme.
Janet sneaked a glance at Lynn, finding him simply leaning against the bathtub's backrest.
