"Of course," Lingtong earnestly nodded, glancing around, "How do I take care of you? Do you need to be moved?"
"Here is fine, it'll be over soon, ten minutes or so... I'll start now, try not to move."
Wang Jixuan said this, slowly closing his eyes, his body gradually lying down like free fall.
Lingtong visibly panicked, her graceful figure tense, wanting to support Wang Jixuan but dared not move, letting Wang Jixuan slowly rest his head on her lap.
Master Wang smiled slightly, his mind elsewhere.
Not far away, the long box in the corner opened, and Xing Dian stepped out, entering the studio with a cold face.
Lingtong looked down at Wang Jixuan, saw the curve of his mouth, and slightly relaxed.
She strenuously adjusted her position, letting Wang Jixuan lie more comfortably, looking at Wang Jixuan's ear, wanting to lightly touch it with her right hand, but finally restrained herself, gently supporting Wang Jixuan's shoulder.
Although the sensation is simulated;
