Immediately, she picked up the bamboo basket and quickly came to the bath stool.
Opening the bottle cap, the priestess poured the dark red essential oil into her palm and spread it evenly over the back of her deity.
The rich fragrance of roses mixed with a unique masculine scent spread through the air, and Cassandra unconsciously sniffed slightly.
The accumulated heat in her heart seemed to touch the dry tinder of sparks and was instantly ignited, causing her vision to blur.
"What are you doing?"
A voice tinged with surprise reached her ears, waking Cassandra from her trance.
But she found herself, at some unknown moment, sitting on a certain deity's waist, her hands wandering unrestrained over patches of perfect muscle.
Cassandra's throat moved involuntarily, and she answered impulsively:
"This position is more convenient for applying the oil."
"Oh, alright then, just don't take too long."
Luo En believed her and continued lying there.
