Arranging a marriage
Without saying a word, Zhang Liling came behind him and stretched her hands. Smiling, she pressed her fingers on his temples and started to move around it slowly.
"You look exhausted, let me help you to ease your stress a bit." She said with a affectionate smile.
The feeling of her soft slender fingers moving on his temples brought a bit of relief to Mr. Fang.
He could feel it, but his stubbornness did not allow him to express it. His brows were still furrowed, and the corner of his lips drew downwards.
"Did I give you the permission to touch me?"
His tone sounded offended, causing her to pause in her actions and continue the next second.
"Mr. Fang, you need to relax. You have been working for hours now, and you look like you didn't get a quality sleep last night."