"It's been a while since I last worked so hard like this. It's like high school all over again. I take one day off and then past year papers flooded my desk."
"I'll give you a massage," said Huo Yunting grabbing her shoulders as he began pinching, "Is that alright?"
"It's just fine," replied Zhaoyang, a little shocked on how the young master of a wealthy family massaged her.
Little did Zhaoyang know, the massage session doubled as a viewing session for Huo Yunting with his eyes right above her chest. The hands were gripping the shoulders before they gradually shifted to the front.
"Yang Yang, are you tired?" The little guy did a quick roll to have his eyes stared upon them. As the genre turned unrated again, Huo Yunting returned his naughty hands to her shoulders.
"Just a bit. I feel much better now." Zhaoyang stood up with a smile, "Yes, is there anything you need, my young master?"
"I'm starving. I need food."