"Master, does it feel good?"
Lin Fan lay on the bed, face up to the ceiling, savoring the softness as it gradually moved down his chest. Ren Tian'ai, with her hair tied up, looked provocatively at his face with a seductive charm, her small hand incessantly kneading his firm muscles.
"Quite comfortable. If I could have such a massage before sleep, there would be no need for sleep at all."
Lin Fan smiled and pinched Ren Tian'ai's chin. The marvelous sensation was incomparable. When he would return to Chen Jiayi and Zhao Jiaqi, he decided he must experience the technique of these two women together.
"Tonight, I really want to feel the full force of the Master's vigor... Master, do you know why my nickname is Ren Shuishui?"
Ren Tian'ai slowly knelt between Lin Fan's legs and bent down to envelop his iron pestle with her voluptuous body, beginning to stroke it again.
"Could it be because you're plenty wet?"
