The wind whistled through the river, the sky was gloomy.
Wen Caishang's ten fingers were slender, carefully massaging. Her mind was in a daze; she had never in her life massaged a man's shoulders. Li Xian said, "A bit lighter."
After a while, he added, "A bit heavier." He was extremely picky, reminiscent of when Li Xian served Wen Caishang at Yihetang Manor.
Wen Caishang lightly pressed her red lips together, her face held a hint of anomaly. Li Xian said seriously, "If you don't serve comfortably, I won't let you eat." He thought, "Take this opportunity to enjoy it more, and let the madam taste this feeling." Unrestrained.
"Enough!"
A Jianghu guest some distance away slammed the table and stood up angrily, "Boy, don't be ungrateful!"
"Miss, this lad doesn't know how to cherish beauty, bullying you like this. Don't worry, I can't stand such evildoers."
"If you are willing, please... come eat at our table."
