" Hmph! Serves you right, Senior. You are just making me do all the work." Fu Mingyu grumbled softly, though she didn't stop pressing her thumbs into his tight muscles.
"Four days ago, you threw that messy blueprint of the Thunderbird Clan's estate at my face and told me to calculate a safe route out of thin air! I haven't slept a proper wink in days, my head feels like it will split, and here you are making me give you an oil massage in… in this damned shame of clothes, while helping Senior Fang?"
Long Ming chuckled lazily, turning his head on the silk pillow and reaching out a wicked hand. His palm casually brushed against the exposed side of her waist, sliding down to give her soft, rounded buttock an affectionate, lingering squeeze.
"Aiya, Mingyu, don't be so ungrateful," Long Ming said with a wicked smirk, enjoying the way her skin immediately flushed pink under his touch.
