Zane Thorne stared at Natalie Vaughn for a long time, confirming that she was indeed puzzled, a hint of helplessness flashing in his eyes. It seemed that Natalie didn't remember everything from that drunken night.
He had clearly already given her the answer. If it wasn't for her, why else would he spend so much time and effort?
But at this moment, the man was up to something mischievous.
"You don't remember?"
Natalie was taken aback, not quite understanding the meaning behind Zane's words.
The man rubbed Natalie's waist rhythmically, in a way that was worth mentioning—after every two gentle rubs, he would press harder. It was satisfying yet not painful.
Several times, Natalie got distracted by his hand on her waist, her mind unable to keep up. She'd almost forget what she wanted to ask if she wasn't careful. But Natalie managed to catch Zane's hand and asked.
"Did you learn massage?"
