"I don't want supplements, it's just my sore waist and aching back that need a massage. If you give me a soothing massage, I'll help you save him, how about that?"
Tang Rao came straight to the point, leaving no room for Zhang Kexin to pretend she didn't understand.
"But, but I don't know how?"
A massage? The term is easy to understand, but Zhang Kexin had never interacted with a strange man before. Forcing her to massage Tang Rao required her to first overcome a significant psychological barrier.
"Cough, cough, cough."
An Sheng's previously pale face turned purplish due to the blood he coughed up.
"You have only a few breaths to decide. If you hesitate too long, even the gods won't be able to save him."
"I agree."
Zhang Kexin wasn't foolish. She could feel An Sheng's breath growing weaker and knew Tang Rao was a man of stone; once he decided on something, he wouldn't budge.
