Familiar room.
It was in this room that Li Chuan almost succeeded, but Song Hanzhang called and interrupted his good fortune.
Wen Qingqing sat on the bed: "This time, should we turn off our phones first?"
Li Chuan was playful: "I'm helping you treat your stomach ache, right? Why turn off the phone?"
Wen Qingqing rolled her eyes: "Alright then, how does Divine Doctor Li plan to treat?"
After saying this, Wen Qingqing found it amusing; a teacher herself, having previously lectured him in class, now allowing her student to treat her.
Li Chuan: "Just lie on the bed and expose your stomach, I'll give you a quick massage."
Wen Qingqing didn't say anything, directly lying on the bed, lifting her pink robe to reveal her smooth, flat belly without any excess flesh.
Underneath, a faint glimpse of black lace from her panties was visible.
With Wen Qingqing's rapid breathing, it was clear she was quite nervous.
Li Chuan reached out, placing his hand on Wen Qingqing's supple stomach.
