"This place..." I quickly said seriously, "This place is actually for treating endocrine imbalance."

"I have issues in that area?"

Ji Caixia expressed doubt.

"Of course, when a person’s temper is too strong, their endocrine system can become imbalanced."

I explained righteously.

But Ji Caixia believed me completely, "No wonder I like to get pimples and often feel overheated, it’s probably because of this."

"Indeed, Caixia, just a few massages from me, and you’ll feel much better."

"If that’s the case, then only a few presses. No more than that."

Her words made me overjoyed.

Accidentally, I found myself in a position where I could massage a few times.

That alone was enough to satisfy me.

Next, I started moving gently as if I were taking care of a precious treasure.

Her remarkable beauty, even through the fabric barrier, provided clear feedback.

Each movement created a wave-like sensation of comfort that spread from my fingers throughout my body.

If only I could reach inside, how much more pleasurable it would be.

I gradually became unsatisfied.

Ji Caixia’s murmurs grew increasingly frequent.

After several movements, her wide hips instinctively closed.

Trapping my hand.

I felt surrounded by something soft, indescribably joyful.

"Caixia, it’s quite serious here. Can you take off your pajama pants first?"

Even just seeing it for a moment is wonderful.

"Ah?"

Ji Caixia exclaimed softly, "Isn’t it okay to massage like this?"

"The effect isn’t great like this, the fabric is too thick."

"But then I’d be left with just my panties on!"

Ji Caixia was extremely conflicted.

Her ears turned hot red.

Shame rippled continuously.

Making her voice sound a bit tender.

"I’m helping you with treatment here, besides, you still have your panties on, I won’t see your body."

"Well, I guess that’s true."

"Think about it, those women playing at the beach are just wearing panties, letting people see."

This completely overturned Ji Caixia’s dilemma.

"You’re right, those people at the beach wear even less than I do."

She was completely persuaded, no longer resistant, even cooperating by raising her hips.

Letting me hold her pajama shorts, slowly pulling them to the bend of her legs, then removing them from her ankles.

A light brown patterned panty appeared in view.

Unable to fully cover the soft, wide hips, most of it almost exposed.

The tender, watery skin glistened attractively under the light.

Offering the complete enjoyment of those astonishing curves that only a painter could outline.

With her gentle sway, her glutes wobbled like soft tofu.

More compellingly, a barley scent accompanied, giving me a feeling of dreaming back to a wheat field.

"Caixia, you often harvest wheat at home, right?"

I took a greedy breath.

This scent is both alluring and nostalgic.

"Yeah, I used to grow wheat for years, people say I’ve absorbed the flavor of wheat."

"But I think this wheat scent is nice to smell, like smelling beer’s aroma."

"You’re talking nonsense, mine’s not nice at all!"

Ji Caixia responded bashfully.

Yet inside she was delighted.

Her ear roots grew even softer.

And when my hand once again touched her broad hips.

She immediately regretted a bit.

Because separated by a thin pair of panties, she could feel my palm’s textures.

A gentle stroke felt like a kitten scratching her skin.

Sparking a more intense sense of stimulation.

Like Magic Power drawing her into a deep, pleasurable abyss.

Later, as my hand roamed once more over that wondrous area.

"Ah, Zhang Yang, don’t..."