"..." The feeling was indescribable. Aldana Candi raised her head, glanced at Philip Shaw, and slightly pursed her lips, speaking softly, "It's alright, continue."
The man withdrew his gaze, responded softly, and carefully massaged her sore and aching muscles. The temperature of his palm was several degrees higher than hers, and as he pressed inch by inch, the soothing warmth made her tense muscles feel awakened. She exhaled slowly; Philip Shaw had said he knew how to give massages, and it wasn't a lie. He used to give her massages as well, but at that time, she was so drowsy that she lacked the strength to keep her eyes open, never really appreciating how skilled his technique was.
After massaging the left foot, he moved on to the right. When both legs felt warm and the blood seemed to circulate smoothly, she crossed her legs and gave him a curious look, "Tired?"
The man shook his head, "Massage uses skill, it actually doesn't require much strength."
