He lightly traced his fingertips across Yang Zhilan's back and asked, "Are you still allergic?"
"No." Yang Zhilan's body gave a slight shiver.
Her back was extremely sensitive. She could even feel Tang Yu's breath brushing against it.
"Good. That means the last treatment worked really well. But today, I'll massage you first, then use cupping."
Tang Yu rubbed his hands together, then stopped moving.
"What is it?"
Seeing that Tang Yu had suddenly gone still, Yang Zhilan glanced back at him and asked.
"Today, I need to massage the points along your spine, like the Shenzhu, Lingtai, and Zhongshu points. It's hard to do that with you kneeling beside me, so I might have to sit on you."
Tang Yu explained.
[Sigh, she might think I'm trying to take advantage of her on purpose.]
[But I can't put enough force into it otherwise.]
[If I use the wrong technique, the massage will be pointless.]
Hearing Tang Yu mutter to himself, Yang Zhilan closed her eyes, her cheeks flushing slightly.
"Fine. As long as you don't deliberately take advantage of me. Otherwise, you'll answer to me."
"I wouldn't dare. You're the future head of the Yang Family. Your little brother still has to rely on you."
Tang Yu chuckled and carefully sat on the tigress's backside so he could apply force as he massaged her.
But once he was seated,
the soft, yielding feeling made his heart flutter.
He took a deep breath to focus, then began massaging Yang Zhilan with care.
After twenty minutes of vigorous massage, Yang Zhilan was drenched in sweat, blissfully dazed and half asleep.
Tang Yu took a towel and gently wiped the sweat from her back, then picked up the cupping jars and began applying them.
When he was done, Tang Yu covered her