68 Give me a massage

Tang Li was sitting on her swivel chair in a grumpy mood. Her employees thought she was angry but those who know her could immediately tell that she was being moody.

Just like pufferfish! He was pouting as he wondered what exactly has happened to his goddess. God knows who pissed her off.

Wait!

God?

A lightbulb flickered when a sudden thought passed his mind. Goddess can be pissed off by God only.

He quickly scanned her face, her swollen lips and then there were some visible hickeys. Then he noticed how she was massaging her waist occasionally.

He grinned from ear to ear. Sure enough, he can be the next Sherlock Holmes right? Seems like, he is going to be the uncle of dozens of tutty-fruity cute kids.

He smirked mischievously "Kara, seems like you had a rough night? It's all my brother's fault."

She pursed her lips. Brother's fault my ass. She unleashed the demon king, provoked him. He was still considerate about her and was gentle.