Inside the carriage.
"Xiao Chen, you... massage... lighter, ah! Xiao Wu, what are you doing?!"
"Ahhh~"
Ning Rongrong, who had been enjoying Xiao Chen's massage, suddenly cried out, her cheeks flushing even redder.
They were soft and tender, like ripe peaches, as if water could be squeezed out of them.
Xiao Chen's massage had already nearly sent her soaring to heaven, giving her a level of comfort she had never experienced before.
And now, Xiao Wu had suddenly leaned over, pressing her face against Ning Rongrong's, even gently nibbling on her ear with pearly teeth.
Xiao Chen's massage was filled with masculine vigor, while Xiao Wu's was incomparably gentle. Their techniques each had their own merits.
Caught between them, how could she possibly endure it when she was already close to her limit?
In almost an instant, her defenses completely crumbled.
Damn, this kind of massage was just too intense!
Still, it really did leave one wanting more. She wanted to try it again next time.
"Xiao Chen, Xiao Wu, th-thank you... I..."
"Rongrong, don't tell me you're already done for?"
Xiao Wu suddenly asked.
She had also received a massage from Xiao Chen before, but she had held out much longer before passing out, which was why she said that now.
However, Xiao Wu did not know that Ning Rongrong was merely a Support Type, so her physical constitution was naturally inferior to Xiao Wu's.
"O-of course not."
Upon hearing that, Ning Rongrong immediately regained a little clarity.
The words, "Let's end today's massage here," which she had wanted to say, were forcibly swallowed back down. She then stubbornly retorted.
Although Xiao Chen's masculine aura was overwhelming, although his massage technique felt incredibly good, although being massaged by both Xiao Chen and Xiao Wu was especially unusual...
There was