Fang Zhou grabbed one of Su Xinyan's soft, adorable little feet, playing with it in his hand as he cheerfully replied, "Why should I leave? I haven't had enough of the massage yet."
"Fang Zhou, I'm begging you! I really can't take it anymore," Su Xinyan pleaded, reaching out to shake his arm with an anxious expression.
"Heh heh, Instructor Xinyan, you're not holding up very well. You're a Golden Tier Great Undead Mage! How could a mere apprentice like me make you surrender with just a light touch?"
Su Xinyan was at a loss for words. She silently watched Fang Zhou, who was grinning mischievously.
"How about this? I can leave," Fang Zhou proposed with a feigned look of distress, feeling he had pushed things far enough. "But I'm not satisfied, so you'll have to compensate me."
"You...! How... how should I compensate you?" Su Xinyan asked in a tiny voice.
