In such a situation, Jingya was almost dying of embarrassment.
"Dr. Zhang, are you almost done with the massage?"
Her delicate body trembled slightly, panting scented breaths, wanting to turn her head away to avoid looking.
But as I had instructed just now, she could only continue to stare.
"This is just the beginning. So, how do you feel now? You have to tell me everything."
As I kneaded, my blood was also rushing with heat.
Jingya, who had given birth, was surprisingly still so sensitive.
Not even a minute into the rub, and she was already reacting this way.
Her shy appearance was even more enchanting, like a young bride on her wedding night.
"But Dr. Zhang, the way you're touching me, I'm already so embarrassed. How can I talk about my feelings?"
"Well, I need to adjust the pressure based on your feedback."
Seeing my serious expression, Jingya was momentarily at a loss for words.
Blushing, it took her quite a while to finally speak up.
