Sam always felt that Connor's words were always a bit sarcastic, but he felt that he was magnanimous, and Connor was also suffering from a strange disease, so he didn't bother with him. He took the initiative to walk to the bed and sat down, skillfully took the ointment from the bedside table and nodded towards Connor.
"Lie down, lift up your clothes, and I'll give you a massage."
Connor glanced at him with a half-smile, then he lay down, exposing his strong and slender upper body, and let Sam's skillful hands massage the acupoints on his back. After several times, the ointment spread and his whole body felt warm.
Sam worked hard to massage Connor, and the muscles under his palms relaxed after a while. Sam looked at him with envy and jealousy, thinking that if he had such muscles, he would not be afraid of being bullied.
"You can press it, but please be careful with your hands." Connor's voice came out muffled.
Sam didn't hear clearly, so he leaned over and asked, "What?"
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