"Uh? Who's talking bad about me behind my back?"
Li Changsheng, who was lying comfortably between Chang'e's ample bosom and enjoying the softness, which felt like a bed of clouds, suddenly felt one of his eyelids twitch.
"I'm not?" Chang'e tilted her head while continuing to massage his shoulders gently.
She continued rubbing tender strokes onto every part of his skin—the topmost parts being especially sensitive spots where they would tickle if touched lightly.
"Of course, you aren't." Chuckling, Li Changsheng twisted his head slightly to the other side and said, "Pinch it over here too, and add some more force, will you?"
With a faint smile on her face, Chang'e followed Li Changsheng's instruction and started kneading the spot he pointed at. Her hands were gentle yet firm.
As the pleasant feeling ran through his body, a satisfied smile plastered across his handsome face.
"This is life."