The palm was tightly in control.
The moment their skin touched, the Water God's body, which had been tense to the absolute limit, felt as if all its strength had been drained away, instantly collapsing in a soft heap.
She slightly tilted up that slender, snowy-white swan-like neck, heavily closing those beautiful, intoxication-shimmering eyes with their watery light, her red lips half-open, letting out a long sigh filled with endless comfort and satisfaction.
"Mmh, yes, massage like that." She murmured unconsciously, saying, "Just grab the steamed buns and massage..."
At this moment, the Water God was completely unaware of what she was actually saying.
The high and mighty majesty of a principal deity, the coldness of a Dao heart cultivated over tens of millions of years-all shattered into powder at this very moment.
Her mind was a chaotic, blank void, leaving only the most primitive sensory stimulation screaming madly.
She could no longer care about anything; she only knew that she was far too thirsty right now, far too hot, far too in need of being soothingly petted so wantonly by the magical pair of hands behind her.
It was as if only that ever-heavyening massage could fill the madness-inducing emptiness and insufferableness deep within her bones and blood.
Obtaining this tacit promise, the curve of Bai Qinchen's lips grew even more wicked and unrestrained.
He no longer exercised any restraint, beginning to massage that impossibly soft steamed bun with moderate force.
With that precisely calibrated strength, every single massage landed accurately on the Water God's most sensitive nerves, causing fine shivers to ripple all over her body, and the soft song in her mouth grew increasingly fractured and seductive.
"Mmh, ha." The Water God's body arched slightly out of control, leaning backward instinctively as if wanting to sink herself