"..."
Lai Zhiyun was speechless.
In the moment of silence, Zhou Liao's palm had already landed.
Lai Zhiyun glared at him with feigned annoyance, "You touch me every day, don't you ever get tired?"
He had just massaged her last night. He knew exactly how it felt.
"You often touch my abs, do you get tired?" Zhou Liao retorted.
Lai Zhiyun: "..."
Of course, she never got tired of it.
Every night before sleeping, she had to touch them.
Not only did it feel good, but it was also her motivation to keep exercising and working hard to maintain her toned abs.
"Besides, I was massaging you earlier, not just touching, nor..."
Zhou Liao didn't finish his more suggestive words, choosing instead to act, burying his head on one side of her snowy peaks.
After that, the bedroom was filled intermittently with moaning, panting, and plaintive pleas that went on for a long while.
Once everything had calmed down.
Lai Zhiyun's pajamas had been exchanged for a strappy nightgown.