Soon, Lin Tian's hands reached Qin Ran's thighs.
Less than ten centimeters from the root of Qin Ran's thigh.
Or rather, with just a lift of his hand, he could touch Qin Ran's voluptuous...
"He surely wouldn't be bold enough to touch me there!"
Qin Ran wanted to see just how bold the masseur currently massaging her was.
Was he really as brave as someone who had eaten the heart of a bear and the gall of a leopard?
Lin Tian wondered to himself if this woman was unwell, rejecting a proper massage in favor of someone else.
Despite that, she didn't ask for a replacement.
What did that mean?
Could it be that she wasn't here for a legitimate massage?
And too embarrassed to say, she was nitpicking to vent her inner dissatisfaction?
Had he accidentally met her desires by mistake?
The more Lin Tian thought about it, the more likely it seemed.
It didn't matter if it wasn't the case.
Since she hadn't refused so far, he wasn't going to be polite anymore.