Wu Qiangwei's cheeks were burning, but she pretended she hadn't heard.
Her waist was very slender, and Song Guanchao felt that his palms, spread open, could measure it just right.
After massaging for a few minutes, Wu Qiangwei's pain had lessened considerably, and his hands were warm and comfortable.
From lying on her side, her body then shifted to lying flat. She relaxed completely, and her pajama top was lifted even further, pulled up beneath her breasts, revealing a large expanse of snowy white.
Song Guanchao was in the midst of a vigorous massage when suddenly the sound of a door opening broke the silence.
Wu Qiangwei, snapped out of her enjoyment, turned to look. Song Guanchao also paused and turned.
Wu Ming stood at the doorway, mouth agape. He had intended to speak, but upon seeing the scene in the living room, he was struck speechless.
He knew...his timing could not have been worse.
It seemed like he had seen something he shouldn't have.
