A brief struggle.
Liew Yan's gaze, complex and muddled, finally settled on Tang Feng, and she gently nodded her head.
Perhaps, this little man had an ulterior motive while treating her.
But he surely helped her.
She was very confident in her body.
For a young man in the prime of his youth to massage her body, almost bare, and show no reaction would be strange indeed.
Although she hadn't known this little man for long, she could tell that he was kind-hearted, spirited, and simple.
Giving her body, cherished for so many years, to him had some reluctance, but not much resistance.
"Just once," Liew Yan whispered.
Facing Liew Yan's gaze, Tang Feng nodded excitedly.
As long as he made the initial breakthrough, he felt everything else would naturally follow.
Tang Feng rose to his feet.
He spread Liew Yan's beautiful legs apart.
He kneeled and sat in the space between Liew Yan's legs.
His large, fiery robustness pressed against her delicate entrance.