C442 Burrow under quilt

I had to continue her massage. Putting down her feet, I stood beside the bed and beat the soles of Sha Zhi's feet with my fists. I remembered that when I was injured, she had also pushed me down like this every day.

Gently pinching her calf to the crook of her leg, my fingers caress her smooth skin. "Comfortable?"

"Comfortable." The drunk Sha Zhi's entire face was buried in the bed