Picking up the chopsticks, Lan Moke took out a fresh pair of disposable chopsticks and placed them on the lunch box.
Chen Bin received a call from the art department.
After confirming the details of the singing competition promotion, he hung up.
As Chen Bin continued eating nonchalantly, Lan Moke proactively asked.
"Chen Tai, you work tirelessly for the station every day. You must be very tired, right? I've learned massage for a while. How about I give you a massage?"
"Sure, then I'll trouble you."
As soon as he spoke, Chen Bin stood up and sat on the round stool beside him for convenience.
Lan Moke quickly stepped forward, gently placing her hands on Chen Bin's shoulders.
While massaging, she asked, "Is the pressure okay?"
"It's fine; the pressure is just right."
Chen Bin enjoyed the delicious food and the massage, feeling quite good.
However, it wasn't long before he suddenly felt two soft mounds pressing against his back.
Sliding from top to bottom, left to right.
