The morning sunlight filtered through the thin curtains of the hotel, casting a few gentle rays onto the bed inside the room.
Li Jing lay there lazily, eyes half-closed, with an expression of contentment.
Zhang Ling, dressed in lace, was sitting at the edge of the bed. Her smooth long hair was casually tied at the back of her head, with a few strands falling beside her cheeks, adding a touch of gentle charm.
Her hands lightly rested on Li Jing's shoulders, applying just the right amount of pressure, precisely pressing on the acupuncture points, helping to relieve the tension in Li Jing's muscles.
As her fingers slowly moved down along both sides of the spine, she alternated between soft and firm, pressing and kneading in a rhythmic massage, immersing Li Jing completely in the experience.
A moment later, Li Jing finally sat up, stretched his muscles, and said with satisfaction, "Not bad, quite comfortable. Thanks for your hard work."
