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Bo Xingzhi did not say a word. His deep eyes silently looked at her. He walked over on long, strong legs, reached out to take her hand, and led her to the coffee table to sit down. He set his large palm on her shoulder and began to knead with moderate pressure. "How is the pressure?" "It's okay." Ruan Su nodded. So he was giving her a massage. After about 10 minutes