"So, where should I press next?" Jui Luli asked, her voice tight, barely masking the seething rage simmering beneath her calm demeanor.
"Lower," Lu Zhen replied in a soft whisper, completely unfazed.
"Alright." Her slender fingers began trailing further down his spine, sending an odd sensation rippling through Lu Zhen's heart. Before he realized it, her hands had reached the base of his back, hovering near his hips.
"Here?" she asked, her disgust visibly creeping onto her face, her tone laced with mockery.
"Yeah, right there," Lu Zhen said, his eyes still closed but his smirk betraying his amusement. He could perfectly picture the irritation painted on her face.
Without another word, Jui Luli began pressing firmly, her hands kneading his backside in a steady rhythm. She applied a surprising amount of strength, her fingers digging into the muscle with deliberate intensity.
