Chapter 50: The Twelve Acupoints Massage Technique

Sensing his mind slipping, Jason Yare snapped back to his senses. He stared in a daze for a moment, then gave a wry smile. "To err is human," he told himself. Faced with such breathtaking beauty-laid out before him without a stitch on-no man could claim to be utterly unmoved. But how he chose to act would define what kind of man he was. As the saying goes, lust is the root of all vice. Judge people by what they do, not what they think-nobody's perfect on the inside. After that brief lapse, when...