"Is the temperature okay?" Valentine Teller sat on a small stool, leaning forward, and her neckline inadvertently revealing a bit of scenery.
Mark Reed glanced and then laughed, "Actually, it's not that small."
"What's not that small?" Valentine looked at Mark in confusion, then followed his gaze downward, hurriedly sat up straight, and blushingly scolded, "Pervert, no wonder you like me giving you foot massages so much, you're just taking advantage of me."
"Hey, taking advantage is just a perk, but foot massages are my real love." Mark praised, "Wife, your touch is magical, much better than any foot massage therapist out there."
Valentine pouted, "Stop calling me wife all the time, it gives me goosebumps."
"What else should I call you? Dear, honey, henny?" Mark said seriously, "I still prefer calling you wife."
"Hehe!"
