Lying on the couch.
At some point, the young doctor had closed her eyes, her expression flickering between pleasure and restraint.
The sight of her blushing, coy yet struggling face set Tang Feng's blood on fire.
He massaged for a little while longer.
Then Tang Feng stopped.
At that moment, the young doctor felt an unexpected emptiness inside her, and it was an unpleasant sensation.
"How does it feel?"
Upon hearing this gentle voice, Lin Wenwen opened her eyes, and for a fleeting moment, a hint of panic darted through the depths of her beautiful eyes.
When Dr. Tang massaged her ankle, she paid close attention and learned some techniques not found in textbooks.
But when Dr. Tang was massaging her feet, her learning was severely limited.
Late, she was just basking in enjoyment.
Now, with Dr. Tang's inquiry, it was as if she had been caught not paying attention in class and was suddenly called on by the teacher.