The lace material of the nightgown was cool to the touch, but Li Qianfan could clearly feel the warmth and softness of Meng Lin's skin, which made his heart tremble slightly, and he couldn't help but swallow.
Especially her plump and perky buttocks, which were like ripe peaches, constantly attracting Li Qianfan's gaze. At that moment, he felt a strong urge to touch and roughly knead them.
But Li Dalong was lying right beside them, so he dared not make such a move.
"Xiao Fan, I did too much work today, and my waist hurts a bit. Please give it a good massage," Meng Lin said, still restrained in front of her husband.
"Sure, then I'll massage your waist."
Li Qianfan nodded firmly and immediately started the massage.
However, after massaging for a while, Li Qianfan furrowed his brows and asked, "Sister-in-law, have you injured your waist before?"