141 The Massage~

Yu Guolai moved his hands up, toward the calves. The meat around that area was thick, making him feel the urge to pinch it.

Wait, didn't he hate this guy?

Who could explain why he wanted to jump over and do Yu Weimin right here and right now?

His thoughts turned messy as he massaged both calves. But the worst was yet to come.

The thighs….

Yu Guolai felt steam leaving his ears as his lips parted. He licked his lower lips and reached for an even more enticing part of his body.

He could even hear the sound of his heart thumping in his chest. It almost felt like it wanted to come out and prance around, itching to join his hands in doing the job.

At this time, Yu Weimin's long, black hair was covering his face and was hidden in his pillows. If he were to show his face even a single bit, it would be entirely flushed.