"What are you spacing out for? Hurry up and massage."
Seeing how I hadn't moved for a while, Mu Qingshuang urged impatiently.
Only then did I snap out of it, trembling as I reached out my hand and pressed it on his shoulder.
Wen Xiangyu opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but in the end, she didn't speak.
"Mmm... so comfortable."
As I kneaded, Mu Qingshuang couldn't help but let out a sound of comfort, closing her eyes, her face full of enjoyment.
"Your technique is really good. No wonder even my picky mom is willing to let you massage."
"But..."
"Isn't the effect not great massaging like this?"
"I see my mom takes off her clothes, I want to take mine off too."
With that, she sat up and started to take off her clothes.
"Mu Qingshuang, don't mess around."
Wen Xiangyu seemed a bit anxious, rushing to stop her.
After all, I was about the same age as her daughter; she was fine with me massaging her, but she didn't want me touching her daughter's body.
