"No... Don't."
Lin Yabing still tried to refuse, her face blushing adorably, which made her look even more beautiful.
So, even though she was angry and pouting, to me, she just seemed cute and not at all connected to fury.
"Miss Lin, look, this side has already started to swell. If we don't take care of it now, it will become troublesome. The best way is for me to use massage techniques to clear your blocked milk ducts. Of course, it will hurt a bit at the beginning, but gradually it will become comfortable."
This time, Dazhuang was patient, and it was the first time I saw him explaining things to a client so calmly and evenly.
No need to ask, this kid must have been moved by her beauty.
Or perhaps it was the face of that hundred thousand yuan.
"Then... then be gentle, I'm afraid of pain," Lin Yabing said shyly, glancing at Dazhuang, her voice as soft as a mosquito, extremely bashful.