The next morning.
Li Jing stretched lazily and contentedly, feeling all refreshed.
He had to admit that last night's massage was very comfortable, but the gentle and ambiguous touch on his back during the second half almost made him lose control.
Unfortunately, all he could do was feel it, with his back turned to Zhang Xinxin, he couldn't see anything, relying purely on his imagination.
Even with imagination, with the stunning figure Zhang Xinxin usually displayed, it was more than enough to make Li Jing's heart race, who had never experienced such pleasures before.
But he knew it wasn't time yet; if he were truly ruled by passion last night, he might have had to take responsibility for Zhang Xinxin.
Otherwise, she could easily call the police, and the wonderful life brought by his system would be enjoyed behind bars. After all, she was just doing a massage, not agreeing to fulfill other physiological needs.
