"Don't you dare take it off, or I'll ignore you!" Jian Yufei hurriedly held onto the hem of her clothes since she couldn't show him her figure just yet.
Ruan Tianling knew what she was self-conscious about, and he lowered his head to kiss her lips, "You know I don't mind."
"I do mind."
"I really don't mind, and you shouldn't either."
"Well, I do mind!" Jian Yufei was firm, "Hurry up and let go of me. Aren't we going to continue the massage?"
"Your service is lacking. It's pointless to keep going," Ruan Tianling said with a bit of a sulk.
Jian Yufei was resigned, she laughed and said, "Okay, I'll make it more thorough. Are you satisfied now?"
"You said it, no takebacks," he insisted.
"Mm, no takebacks. But I get to decide the order, or it's off the table."
"No problem," Ruan Tianling smiled triumphantly, content as long as she was willing to do it.
He turned over to release her, lying back down properly.
Jian Yufei got up, fixed her hair, and continued massaging him.
