You're Making It Impossible for Me to Sleep

Su Yang laughed. "Don't worry, we're doing a proper massage."

"Okay then. My hands are sore anyway, so massage my hands first." Zhuang Mengli said this as she turned over and lay down properly.

Su Yang climbed up, grabbed Zhuang Mengli's fair, delicate arm, and began pressing it.

"How's the pressure?"

Zhuang Mengli said with her eyes closed, "Just right."

"How's the technique?"

"Mm, not bad. Did you used to work as a masseur?"

"I've never worked as a masseur. Don't slander me."

Hearing this, Zhuang Mengli immediately understood. Her little face flushed as she opened her eyes and glared at Su Yang. "Why are you always making dirty jokes?"

"What dirty joke did I make? You're the one whose mind went there."

"Hmph, I can't be bothered to argue with you. Switch hands."

"Sure." Su Yang smiled, moved to Zhuang Mengli's other side, grabbed her hand, and continued massaging.

A few minutes later, Zhuang Mengli opened her eyes in satisfaction. "That feels so good. I never would've guessed you knew how to do this."

"There's a lot I know how to do." As Su Yang spoke, he began kneading her shoulders.

Zhuang Mengli closed her eyes in bliss.

After massaging her shoulders for a few more minutes, Su Yang shifted down a little and began massaging her legs.

At first, Zhuang Mengli didn't realize what was happening. She kept her eyes closed and continued enjoying herself.

But after a while, she suddenly thought of something and sprang up, pointing at Su Yang. "You—you—you!! What are you doing?"

"Jeez, can you not suddenly go berserk? You'll scare someone to death. I'm just giving you a massage."

"How did you end up massaging my legs?"

"What kind of question is that? Don't they massage your legs when you get a massage