Chapter 9 Fantasy
"Zhao Xinmei, what are you fantasizing about? He's your son!"
She silently chastised herself in her mind.
Zhao Xinmei answered expressionlessly, "Nothing, hurry up and lie down."
"Okay!"
Although Chen Bin felt something was off about her demeanor, he didn't think too much about it and simply lay down on the bed.
Soon, he felt a pair of smooth, tender hands rubbing his back gently with safflower oil.
A sensation of warm and cool comfort spread throughout his body, very refreshing.
Chen Bin turned his head and saw Zhao Xinmei focusing intently on his back.
Her serious expression, coupled with the enticing curves of her body, made him want to ravage her with his hands.
It wasn't long before Chen Bin murmured as if talking to himself.
"Ah, it's kind of uncomfortable lying face down, maybe I should just lie on my side."