Chapter 39 Too Typical To Grab Your

• Attention Dalton closed his eyes and tilted his head. Wynter's hair tips touched his arm each time she bowed her head. Sensations often become more acute when being massaged. Daltor's eyes narrowed as he noticed her hair was combed to one side. Even though the massage lasted barely twenty minutes, he felt as though he was under a spell and kept wanting to play with her long hair. "Completed," Wynter stated composedly. She applied thumb pressure to acupuncture sites below the knee to finish the massage. "You can now put on your clothes."
• At that moment, Dalton became aware of his heavy perspiration. But he wasn't sweating like he was used to because of his ailment. Rather, his body felt comfortable and warm. Wynter caught his attention. His glance was mysterious, and he had dark eyes. "I'm grateful." "We didn't have much time today. I have been so focused on piqueing your curiosity. Wynter was perspiring too. Sweat beamed from her face, and her long hair clung to her neck, giving her lips an even more rouge appearance. She had an alluring yet distant air. Dalton straightened the shirt he had just buttoned up, feeling a strange itching in his throat.
• Wynter spun around to grab a needle. Subsequently, she touched Dalton once more, as though applying pressure to acupuncture spots. Dalton sat up and felt her breath even closer. One by one, she placed the needles into his neck. His heart raced at the cool, soothing touch. Wynter appeared to be aware of his pulse. You breathe a little unevenly. Do you feel very hot? With a quiet "Hmm," Dalton said, turning his attractive face to the right. "For how long?" He spoke in a deep, raspy voice. It's short, with only six needles. Hold on," Wynter said in a composed tone. Dalton stared into her face. You seem to be fairly knowledgeable about this treatment, Dr. Genius. approach.”