"Well, I really didn’t mean to do that."

Song Ruoyun was nearly on the verge of collapse too, sitting on her daughter’s friend’s lap with an overwhelming sense of shame.

Especially since she could distinctly feel that my pants were already pitched like a tent.

But she wanted to hold on despite the pain, yet she had no strength left.

"It’s nothing, Aunt Song, let me massage you a bit."

I was getting heated up.

Couldn’t help but wrap an arm around her, supporting her as she sat right on my lap.

The movement wasn’t big, just shifting her body by a few centimeters.

But even this slight shift caused her ample buttocks to press even more closely against my pants.

The snug feeling, along with the faint trembling of her two cheeks, was transmitted with crystal clarity.

Making my whole body feel like it was crawling!

Honestly, a dignified and virtuous woman like Song Ruoyun was like a lady married into a prestigious family.

Ordinary people could hardly have any contact with her!

But now, I had this chance to hold her like this, sitting on my lap.

The satisfaction from this mindset far surpassed any physical delight.

I was getting a bit nervous, my heartbeat accelerating rapidly.

"What are you massaging, stop it, it wouldn’t be good if Xiao Tao saw."

Song Ruoyun’s delicate body trembled, struggling with a bit of awkwardness, hurriedly trying to get up.

Yet my hand had already fallen on her upper abdomen.

Through a thin layer of clothing, what I felt was smooth and flat, along with a sense of resilience, what would it feel like to reach inside?

"Don’t worry, Aunt Song, I’m a doctor; you’ll be fine soon."

I enjoyed it for a moment but didn’t forget to treat her, soon starting to gently massage.

Song Ruoyun was both embarrassed and annoyed.

But within a short while, the struggling expression disappeared.

She felt her stomach, cramping in pain, was enveloped as if by a hot water bag, incredibly warm and soothing.

There was also a sense of vibration, as if receiving a massage.

By the time I finished one cycle of kneading at a few acupuncture points, the stomach pain had mostly dissipated.

She was amazed: "Zhang Yang, did you really study medicine?"

"Of course, it’s my family’s traditional medical skill, you should feel much better."

I expressed a face of sincere concern, yet the area of my kneading gradually expanded.

Occasionally moving towards the bottoms of her large breasts, and towards her hips.

Can’t really blame me, a woman like Song Ruoyun was simply too beautiful, too elegant.

"Indeed, it feels much better, faster than medicine, hmm, surprisingly kind of comfortable."

Song Ruoyun’s previously furrowed brows completely relaxed.

When the stomachache completely vanished, an indescribable comfort spread furiously, accompanied with a tingling pleasure.

This made her face flush a little.

Yet she quite enjoyed this feeling.

After sneaking a glance at me, finding I wasn’t paying attention to her, she secretly reveled in the sensation.

"Aunt Song, now it should be all better, right?"

I massaged a while, feeling almost ignited.

But I didn’t dare be too reckless, my hand stopped short beneath her large breasts, not daring to move up.

Thinking that Tao Yimeng would come back soon, I wanted to finish up.

But Song Ruoyun bit her lip: "There’s still a little pain, right Zhang Yang, are you and Xiao Tao boyfriend and girlfriend?"

I didn’t expect her to ask that, caught somewhat unprepared.

Song Ruoyun initiated: "Actually, I don’t oppose her finding a boyfriend, but there’s one thing, Xiao Tao is still in school."

I immediately understood: "I get that, it won’t affect her studies."

"Hmm, it’s good that you think that way, as for other things, ah, your hand, why did it touch there?"

As Song Ruoyun spoke with me, she suddenly let out a coquettish cry.

Only then did I realize I had been distracted.

The hand massaging her upper abdomen accidentally moved up slightly, landing directly on her large breasts...