Chapter 117 Don't Do It

• Unaware of the commotion, King's grandmother was having a spa treatment time in the King's private spa.
• As she lay flat on her stomach, her body draped in a white towel, her silvery hair, well-brushed, was pinned up in a loose bun that revealed the lines on her neck.
• The room smelled of lavender and warm oil. Dim lights glowed from wall sconces shaped like golden shells, giving the massage room a very dreamy appearance.