"Sanming, your technique is really too comfortable... Ah, ah... I feel like my whole body is so weak that I can't sit still. There's a meditation room over there, can I... lie down?"
Lu Lian felt herself getting softer and softer with Liu Sanming's massage.
Especially her limbs, increasingly tingling and numb, as if they were floating.
This elegant room is the largest in the tea house, not only with tables and chairs for tea drinking, but also an inner chamber.
Inside the chamber, there is a meditation room with a low bed where one can sit cross-legged and, of course, lie down.
"Of course, my sister, but I see your body seems so soft. How about I carry you over?"
Liu Sanming leaned down and gently whispered in Lu Lian's ear.
In his voice, he quietly added the power of the Enchanting Spell.
Though it wasn't very strong, Lu Lian only struggled for a few seconds before slowly nodding in agreement.
"Alright, thank you, Sanming."
