"A little harder!" Fang Ziqing exhaled gently, attempting to use the pain to reduce her inner excitement.
"Okay." Su Ming responded and increased the pressure.
As Su Ming increased the force, Fang Ziqing, who had been lying still, let out a high-pitched moan. Her body tensed, and her waist started to tremble.
Su Ming was suddenly stunned because he saw a shimmering drop flow from the willow leaves!
He hadn't expected Fang Ziqing to be so sensitive; she was truly exceptional.
At that moment, he decided not to think about any plans to deal with this woman and said, "Why don't we call it a day for the massage? I'll help you again next time."
"Alright." Fang Ziqing covered her face with her hand, afraid that Su Ming would see how disheveled she looked now.
Su Ming then directly walked out of the office and continued to help the gym with some tasks.
After this massage, Fang Ziqing's attitude towards Su Ming improved a bit, but her eyes still carried a lot of disdain.
