"Give me a... massage." Qin Yun said halfway, realizing something was off, paused, and continued.
Pei Yan nodded, "Just this?"
"Of course not! I'm very angry, very annoyed, but I can't think of anything else right now. I'll tell you when I do." Holding Pei Yan's weakness, Qin Yun felt justified and determined not to let him off so easily.
"Okay." Pei Yan nodded, without a hint of opposition.
Qin Yun comfortably laid down on the massage bed, directing, "Hurry up."
Not disappointing her, Pei Yan unbuttoned his shirt cuffs, rolled up his sleeves to his elbows, revealing strong arms, and gave Qin Yun a skillful massage.
Admittedly, Pei Yan knew better than the masseurs where to press to make Qin Yun feel good, as she moaned in contentment.
While Qin Yun enjoyed the massage service inside, the three standing outside were a bit uneasy.
Yang Leqi lay against the door in a less-than-elegant posture, trying to hear what was happening inside.
