“Nange, why did you come in?”
Ye Qiu was greatly surprised, quickly pulling the blanket to cover himself.
Though he and Qiusan Nange had already been intimate, and Qian Shanxue knew about it, Qian Shanxue was just outside. If she saw this, Ye Qiu would feel very awkward.
“Don’t panic. Xiaoxue sent me in.”
Qiusan Nange spoke with a flushed face, clearly shy.
As a mature woman, her bashfulness made her even more captivating.
Ye Qiu was stunned. “Xiaoxue sent you in? What does she mean?”
Qiusan Nange stepped closer, lightly tapping his forehead with her finger, and said coyly, “Are you really clueless or just pretending? Xiaoxue sent me in to, naturally, attend to you!”
Though I like it, isn’t this a bit…
Wrong?
For a moment, Ye Qiu was at a loss for words.
Just then, Qiusan Nange lifted the blanket, glanced quickly, and her face grew even redder.
“You’ve been so busy lately. Are you tired?” Qiusan Nange asked softly.
“Yes,” Ye Qiu murmured.
“Turn over, face away from me. I’ll give you a massage,” Qiusan Nange said.
With things as they were, Ye Qiu had no choice but to comply, turning over to face away from her.
Qiusan Nange knelt beside him, her hands kneading his back, asking as she worked, “Is the pressure alright?”
“A bit firmer,” Ye Qiu said.
Qiusan Nange suddenly applied more force.
“Oh!” Ye Qiu let out a sound.
“Sorry, was that too hard? I’ll go lighter,” Qiusan Nange said, blushing as she apologised.
“No, no, that was just right. It felt so good, so… heh heh,” Ye Qiu said, closing his eyes, relaxing as Qiusan Nange’s hands worked over his back.
Silence fell.
After a while, Ye Qiu asked, “Nange, your massage technique is so good. Did you study it?”
Qiusan Nange replied, “No.”
“Then you’re truly gifted,” Ye Qiu praised.
Qiusan Nange blushed and said, “Women from our Great East usually know how to massage. It’s sort of a tradition!”
