C442 Burrow Under Quilt

I had to continue her massage. Putting her feet down, I stood beside the bed and beat Shazhi's feet with my fist. I remembered that when I was injured, she did the same thing to me every day.

Gently pinching her leg to the side, my fingers touch the smooth skin. "Comfortable?"

"Comfortable." The drunk Shazhi's entire face was buried in the bed.

Then my cell phone rang and a call came in