How Could A Man...

"Mother, is this comfortable?"

Amy stood on the bed as she massaged Irina's back eagerly.

Ugly Duckling was lying by Irina's feet, similarly massaging her calves eagerly.

"Mm-hm. It is." Irina closed her eyes, and could not stop herself from smiling.

"Tsk, tsk…" Mag stood at the side jealously. His daughter had not given him a massage before.

"I've been walking a lot today, and my legs are also a little sore." Irina lifted her long legs, and placed them on a stool by the bed as she glanced at Mag.

Amy quickly looked at Mag, and gave him a meaningful look.

Mag raised his brow. How could a man…

"Let me massage it for you." Mag sat on the stool very naturally, and placed Irina's feet on his lap.