Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
It was only then that Yin Shaojie emerged slowly. He leaned against the wall and looked at her.
The sun was setting. The orange light from the afterglow filtered through the window and fell onto his face, accentuating his already sharp and handsome features, increasing his charm.
âAre you acting coy now?â he asked, his magnetic voice amused.
Mu Xiaoxiao felt that his appearance was unusually sexy. His voice and his tone seemed to be seducing her.
Luckily, the lights in the room were off. He couldnât see how embarrassed she was, could he?
âW-whoâs acting coy! Hurry up and come over here and massage my shoulders! Theyâre aching really badly, okay?â she said, pretending to be calm.
Afraid that she would be caught out for her uneasiness, she turned her face away from him.
She heard the sound of his footsteps padding over to the sofa slowly.
She knew that he had come.
âWhere are you aching?â Yin Shaojieâs voice rang beside her ear suddenly. His low sound made her ears tingle.
Mu Xiaoxiao jumped in fright, her heart skipping a beat.
W-Why was he so close! Couldnât he speak normally without speaking into her ear directly?
âItâs just my shouldersâ¦â she said in a small voice unlike her loud one just now.
Seeing that she seemed to be burying her head into the pillow from shyness, his sexy lips curled into a smirk.
âShoulders, huh? Iâll rub them for you then. Lie still.â
His large, warm hands massaged her shoulders as he said this. It was neither too heavy or too fast, and his strength was just nice to make Mu Xiaoxiao feel very comfortable.
âYes⦠Thatâs the spot, oh yes⦠Go gentlerâ¦â
Mu Xiaoxiao grunted, looking like the picture of enjoyment.
However, she didnât realize how suggestive she sounded.
A haze of darkness passed through a particular demonâs inky eyes.
The hands kneading her shoulders took a change in direction and moved downwards. The pressure moved to her butterfly bone and then to her small waistâ¦
It was only then that Mu Xiaoxiao felt that something was wrong. She twisted her hips. âEh, eh, eh! Where are you touching! I only said that my shoulders were aching, I didnât say⦠hahahaha⦠Donât touch my waist!â
Her waist was a sensitive spot. It tickled badly once it was touched, and she laughed uncontrollably.
The corner of Yin Shaojieâs lips held a sinister smile. He leaned towards her ear and lowered his voice, saying, âThey say that places that are ticklish are sensitive spotsâ¦â
What did he mean by âsensitive spotsââ¦
Mu Xiaoxiao understood instantly, and the tips of her ears reddened.
Why was he telling her such things!
âJust massage my shoulders â donât touch my waist.â She hurriedly covered up her embarrassment and stopped his naughtiness.
However, he only said, âNo way. If you want a massage, weâre going to do a full massage. This is my service ethic.â
What the heck was a service ethic!
Mu Xiaoxiao didnât know whether to laugh or cry.
After that, the particular demonâs naughty hand touched her waist again. He wasnât pressing but tickling it.
âHahahaha⦠I canât take it anymore⦠Please donât touch me there anymore! Hahahaha⦠Yin Shaojie! Stop itâ¦â
Mu Xiaoxiao had now realized that this jerk was doing this deliberately.
It was so ticklish that she really couldnât take it. She twisted around but was unable to avoid his attack, finally flipped over.
âYin Shaojie, you â â
She had wanted to scold him, but just as she turned over, his hands cupped the sides of her face. They looked like they were in a kabedon, facing each other.
Yin Shaojieâs dark pupils studied her silently.
The air rippled with an indescribable suggestiveness.