Mmm!

Darryl laughed and nodded. He felt enlivened as he sat there like a boss with his legs raised. "I can forgive you. I won't pick on you anymore if you massage my legs."

"Wh... what did you say?" Gonggong's pretty face changed abruptly; she almost lost it.

How could a respectable Water God like herself massage Darryl's leg? She would not do a maid's job.

"Darryl, you're doing it on purpose, aren't you?" Gonggong said through her gritted teeth.

Darryl smiled and said leisurely, "Gonggong, you come here to apologize, but you are not sincere. I asked you to massage my leg instead of waiting for me to rest. Why are you so anxious?"

Gonggong clasped her hands tightly as her seething anger brewed. Finally, she gritted her teeth, nodded, and said, "Very well, I'll massage your leg."

Gonggong slowly crouched, raised her jade hand, and began to massage Darryl's leg gently.

Darryl watched Gdonggong closely; he was extremely gleeful. No man in the world could imagine someone li