There is everything here, it is also a building in the middle of the building, living room, dining room, kitchen, bathroom, bedroom, including guest rooms and bar and coffee seating.

There is simply no difference between the floors below.

Even, the decoration is more exquisite and luxurious.

Is it necessary to create the same place in an unnecessary way?

This man is truly extravagant to the extreme.

Here, 80% of it has some other use.

Without asking any more questions, Tong Ran helped Mo Nanjue, who was soaked all over, into the bedroom and helped him change out of his wet clothes. After putting on his shirt, he was about to hand the towel to him when he leaned against the bedside.

The man suddenly held her hand and asked with his eyes, "Why, no more massage?"

…

He actually still remembers the massage?!

...She was secretly glad that he had forgotten.

However, he has been out for so long and has changed his clothes. Does he still feel pain?

"You didn't say anything, do you mean you regretted it?" The man let go of her hand, turned over and leaned to the side, "You can get out."

…

Well, Tong Ran admitted that she actually really wanted to regret it.

But couldn't he say something else besides asking her to get out?!

Moreover, he looks like this...why does he feel like he is playing rogue?!

The more Tong Ran thought about it, the more he felt something was wrong. He seemed to have the guts. He got out of the bathtub just to come here and let her massage him...

Also, when drug toxicity occurs, will that place... really hurt?

Could he... be lying to her?

"You, I can hold you down if you sit up." Tong Ran thought for a moment, and it was better not to go against him. Chen An said that everything would go as planned, "You sit up, and I will hold you up."

"I can't sit up, my waist hurts."

…

It’s not like he did any strenuous exercise, so why does his waist hurt?!

Why does she think more and more that he is acting rogue?!

No, this man has never passed by!

"Where does your waist hurt?"

"Forward waist."

Tong Ran helped him up and leaned against the bed, "Here?"

"A little further down."

"this place?"

"A little more."

"Is this here?"

This conversation was repeated as the man expected.

Tong Ran massaged him a few times. To be honest, she did learn a little bit about massage when she was a child. She looked at his face and asked, "Is this enough force? Do you still feel pain?"

"Okay." The man squinted his eyes, and the laziness in the corners of his eyes showed that he was obviously enjoying it. He looked at her with an inquiring look, "Have you learned this before?"

She rolled her eyes, wondering why this conversation was so strange, "I haven't learned anything before."

The man held on and asked, "Who else has pressed it?"

"..." She didn't look into his eyes, "No one." That was her business, so why did she have to explain so much to him?

It was obviously impossible for Mo Nanjue to let her go like this. His tone suddenly turned cold, "Tong Ran, are you going to say it?"

The movements in her hands did not stop, and she did not even raise her eyes, "Mo Nanjue, why do you insist on knowing about my past?"

"You want to tell me who you had a past with?" The man's face darkened, "Who is that Brother Luo again?"

"..." Tong Ran raised his head and looked at him, "I'll tell you when you return the pocket watch to me."

Mo Nanjue looked at her coldly, "You still think you haven't suffered enough for that broken watch here?"

"..." Tong Ran pursed her lips and did not argue, because that thing was very important to her, and she felt it was worth enduring the hardship to protect the important things.

Mo Nanjue's face became even colder. What did this woman mean? He said with a cold face, "Have you ever given a massage to that man named Luo before?"
Chapter completed!