She was a powerhouse at the top-tier awakened expert. This level of work was just a piece of cake for her.
Jiang Qing’e showed no obvious signs of strain, yet a hint of smugness flickered deep in her eyes. That’s right—this fatigue was all an act.
“Then I’ll trouble you, Luo Luo.”
“No trouble, no trouble.”
She bit her red lips and chuckled softly. “Luo Luo, should Little Aunt take off her coat?”
Qin Luo walked over to Little Aunt and sat down gently on the sofa. Her long, black-stockinged legs crossed, her posture elegant. Her clear, bright peach blossom eyes looked up at him.
“…All right.”
Qin Luo had originally intended to remind Little Aunt that the massage would be far less effective if she kept her coat on.
As Jiang Qing’e straightened her waist and removed her coat, her already full curves became even more pronounced, the white undergarment stretched taut.
Her long, fair neck was hidden among strands of hair, looking especially tempting. From Qin Luo’s angle, he was momentarily lost in a daze.
“Then, Little Aunt, I’ll start.”
Qin Luo steadied himself, silently reciting in his heart, ‘Women are all big pig trotters,’ to drive away distracting thoughts.
Jiang Qing’e pursed her red lips, sitting upright and dignified, slightly tilting her head to look at him.
Qin Luo raised both hands and pressed them onto Little Aunt’s fragrant shoulders, beginning to knead slowly. As expected, Little Aunt’s body was a bit tense.
“Little Aunt, relax. Just like usual.”
This wasn’t his first time massaging Little Aunt. He’d done it now and then before—for her and for Sister.
By now, his technique was more than sufficient for the average person’s needs.
Gradually, Jiang Qing’e’s expression began to ease. A trace of pleasure emerged in her eyes.
When Qin Luo’s fingertips touched her neck, he felt her skin as smooth and delicate as congealed fat, warm and soft like jade.
Jiang Qing’e let out a soft hum. Her cheeks slowly flushed, and she said in a low voice, “Luo Luo’s skills really are getting better and better.”
“Heh, it’s all for Little Aunt.”
“Has Luo Luo ever massaged any other girls?”
“No one except Little Aunt and Sister.”
Jiang Qing’e smiled faintly, clearly satisfied with that answer.
As time passed, she gradually relaxed, even making tiny, soft sounds of contentment. She looked extremely comfortable.
From Qin Luo’s perspective, her skin was as fair as jade, her lips had a faint sheen, and her curves were faintly visible beneath her clothes.
Then, Qin Luo’s fingers suddenly stopped.
“Luo Luo, why did you stop?” Jiang Qing’e opened her peach blossom eyes, which glistened with a hint of moisture.
“I got a little distracted just now.”
Qin Luo quickly resumed his movements, cursing himself in his heart: ‘This is Little Aunt, not someone to have wild thoughts about.’
Jiang Qing’e said softly, “Luo Luo, help me massage my back now.”
“!!!”
Qin Luo froze. After a moment’s hesitation, he moved his hands to her back and began kneading.
Even through the fabric, he could feel the softness and smoothness of her skin.
“Little Aunt, is the pressure right?”
“Mmm~ that’s fine~”
Jiang Qing’e’s voice was slightly soft, carrying a hint of lazy allure.
“Luo Luo, a little lower.”
“Lower still?!”
Qin Luo swallowed hard. His fingers slowly moved down along her back.
Just then, the tip of his finger accidentally hooked onto a thin strap.
He stopped abruptly.
The air instantly froze.
It was obvious that the already tight clothing had become even more constricted.
Qin Luo stiffened instantly, completely unprepared for such an accident.
Jiang Qing’e was also startled, and her cheeks quickly flushed red.
“Little Aunt! I-I didn’t mean to!” Qin Luo hastily explained, raising both hands.
Jiang Qing’e suppressed the turmoil inside her and said in a low voice, “Luo Luo, turn around.”
Without any hesitation, Qin Luo immediately turned his back to her.
He faced away, but his heart was beating a little faster.
Jiang Qing’e straightened her clothes. Her voice was slightly unnatural: “It’s okay.”
Only then did Qin Luo breathe a sigh of relief.
But just then, the bathroom door opened. A figure stepped out, wiping wet hair with a towel: “Little Aunt, the bathroom’s free.”
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