"Be good, turn around." Shi Wei called out to her, but seeing that she still didn't move, he softly grasped her ankle and gave it a gentle tug to the side.
When the icy touch reached her skin, Yu Zhi's mind went blank, buzzing incessantly. She froze for a moment, and her delicate face immediately flushed an intense scarlet.
Even though the man moved with the utmost gentleness, his actions still made the young woman tremble uncontrollably.
Shi Wei never thought that one day he'd be doing something like this, but at this very moment, he found himself thoroughly enjoying it.
"All done." The man leaned forward and kissed her on the corner of her lips, then calmly screwed the lid back onto the ointment jar.
From start to finish, there wasn't a trace of shyness on Shi Wei's face. On the contrary, it was Yu Zhi who—without an ounce of composure—had turned as red as a tomato.
