"Xiao Hei, how's the pressure?"
"Average."
"Like this?"
"Are you kneading dough...?" Xiao Hei's fair little foot gently nudged Jiang Lin, but instead of pulling it back, she continued resting it on his thigh.
"How about this?"
There was nothing Jiang Lin could do. "Reluctantly" forced into it, he continued massaging Xiao Hei's legs.
Actually, Jiang Lin truly resisted from the bottom of his heart!
You've got to be kidding! Was Jiang Lin the kind of person who liked massaging the legs of cute, soft girls? She was a hundred and fifty years old!
Jiang Lin was a very proper man!
"If it weren't so Xiao Hei could help me, would I, Jiang Lin, massage her legs?!"
Jiang Lin said viciously in his heart, but his hands never stopped moving for even a moment.
Watching Jiang Lin's enthusiastic hands, Xiao Hei's lips curved slightly. "Looks like you really like massaging me?"
"No, don't talk nonsense! Don't slander me!" Jiang Lin denied it three times in a row.
"Oh?" Xiao Hei looked at Jiang Lin with great interest. "I only said you had to knead my legs for fifteen minutes. Two incense sticks have already burned, so why haven't you let go yet?"
"Ahem, ahem, ahem..." Jiang Lin's old face flushed, but he quickly straightened his expression. "Am I not just trying to make you comfortable? For a brother, I'd go through fire and water! Let alone massaging your legs—I'd even let blades pierce both my sides!"
"Then you could massage Wu Ke and the others' legs too?" Xiao Hei blinked her large, sparkling eyes at Jiang Lin.
Images of Wu Ke and the others' hairy legs immediately appeared in Jiang Lin's mind. He answered instinctively, "No. I'd probably chop their legs off."
"Giggle, giggle, giggle..." Xiao Hei laughed like a