Little Demon King was originally scratching Yang Sheng's waist, but now his little hand formed a fist, helping Yang Sheng pound his back. "Uncle Sheng, does it feel good?"
Yang Sheng squinted his eyes, looking very satisfied, "Mm, not bad at all!"
Ji Baby giggled, "Then remember to ask my daddy where that pretty sister is, okay?"
Yang Sheng thought, you little demon always know how to get your way. Just for pounding my back, you want me to spy for you? Quite the deal!
He was just about to act aloof when he heard Ji Baby hanging behind him say, "Baby hasn't pounded daddy's back before, Uncle Sheng, does it feel good?"
Yang Sheng had just been thinking of playing aloof, but upon hearing that even President Ji hadn't had this treatment, he suddenly felt like he was being pampered like an emperor, and any aloofness was immediately thrown out the window.
"Oh, it feels good! Hey... Baby, a little more to the side... Ah! Yes, ... Mm... a bit higher, Baby, a bit more force..."
