Wang Dahai made small talk: "Were you just on the phone with your boyfriend?"
"Yup."
"Your boyfriend is really lucky."
"Ah? Why do you say that?"
"Having a girlfriend as beautiful as you, he must be overjoyed."
Jiang Yiren chuckled lightly, and her body relaxed quite a bit.
She asked, "Do you have a girlfriend?"
"I used to, but we broke up."
"Oh." Jiang Yiren felt a bit awkward.
At that moment, Wang Dahai's hands moved from her lower abdomen slowly up to her shoulders.
Jiang Yiren avoided eye contact with him, so she simply closed her eyes.
She realized that Wang Dahai's massage skills were really good.
The pressure was just right, and he always managed to find the spots where she was sore.
Several times, she almost couldn't help but moan out loud.
Seeing her close her eyes, Wang Dahai unabashedly appreciated her body.
The bra gathered her full breasts; they were white and soft, and that deep cleavage was truly captivating.