Tang Song finally noticed that the big sister was holding a fascia gun, massaging her own thigh.
Perhaps she had just exercised, her face flushed slightly, making her look even more charming and alluring.
His facial expression suddenly became a bit peculiar.
Previously, they only joked on WeChat, but he never expected the big sister to be this bold.
It can only be said, she truly deserves the title of the Great Magician!
Tang Song casually placed the tulip at the entrance, tiptoeing closer.
The TV's volume was quite loud, combined with the buzzing of the fascia gun, Wen Ruan didn't notice him and continued her massage.
However, the ragdoll cat, Snowball, by her feet, looked up at him.
But it didn't puff up its fur or hiss, its blue eyes were full of docility and curiosity. Clearly, this was a very friendly and close little cat.
Just like Zhang Yan's Orange.
The fascia gun was moving inward increasingly, Wen Ruan shifted her hips, reclining against the sofa's backrest.
