Feel Like Pouncing On Him

Xu Xiyan took out a white cotton cloth, covered his body, and began the massage.

She was very good at it; both her skill and strength were on point.

She started from the top and moved towards the bottom to help his blood flow.

One hour had passed, and Xu Xiyan broke the silence. "All right, that's it for today. Good night, Mr. Huo."

Xu Xiyan packed her stuff, helped Huo Yunshen cover himself with his blanket and left.

Huo Yunshen lay on the bed as he kept thinking about how her hand had touched his skin.

Her fingers must've been enchanted, as Huo Yunshen's heart had begun to beat faster each time she touched him.

Xu Xiyan took off her mask once she'd left Room 101 and let out a deep sigh. Her face was already burning.

Why do I feel like pouncing on him every time?

Am I becoming indecent?

Xu Xiyan shook her head to get her mind off it.