Keane Lowell closed his eyes to enjoy.
The girl's every move was exceptionally precise, striking his sore spots directly. Her delicate technique was as smooth as flowing water, inch by inch taking away his fatigue, and the effect was immediate.
At this moment.
He truly experienced the benefits of having a girlfriend who's a traditional Chinese medicine practitioner.
After half an hour, it was over.
"Alright, get up and move around a bit to see."
Claire Prescott lifted her hands covered in essential oil, sat in front of him to rest briefly, and silently watched as he slowly climbed out of bed. The lines of his muscles occasionally emerged in her view.
Her gaze lingered, quietly observing, somewhat unable to look away.
Gradually.
She came to her senses.
As her eyes lifted, she collided with the man's direct gaze.
The deep ink-black pupils seemed able to see through everything, and a blush spread across Claire Prescott's clean and fresh face.
