Mo Yesi: "..."

What kind of experience is it to be guarded by your own wife like a thief?

Could it be that he didn't perform well enough in the previous two times, and she wasn't very satisfied?

Otherwise, how could she resist like this?

However, he had observed it specifically at that time and she should be satisfied.

"Are your legs still sore?" Mo Yesi temporarily threw the question aside, took off her shoes, put her legs on his legs, and landed the other hand on the soreest place on her legs and gently pressed it.

He spoke in a gentle voice and said in a low voice: "I'll press it for you."

The man's fingers were slender and powerful. The hand that usually used to sign contracts and documents was massaging her a little money a day. He had a good grasp of his strength, but it would not be too heavy or too light.

After pressing for a few minutes, Qiao Mianmian felt that the soreness was relieved a lot.

Mo Yesi pressed and asked her: "Will the force be too heavy?"

Qiao Mianmian looked down at his dark hair and his knees on one knee to massage her. The sweet taste surged in her heart, and a certain part of her heart became very soft and soft.

Her lips raised slightly and said in a sweet voice: "No, it's very suitable."

"Do you feel more comfortable?"

"Yes." Qiao Mianmian pursed her lips, and she had the urge to reach out to touch his hair.

She thought so in her heart, and her body quickly took action. Her white and soft little hand reached out and touched his dark and shiny short hair.

The man who was giving her massage stiffened.

Qiao Mianmian was also stunned when she felt the silkyness of her fingertips.

"Sorry." She immediately put her hand back, thinking he minded.

She knew that some men hated others touching their heads.

There is a saying that the head can be broken and the hairstyle should not be messy.

"I don't mind." Mo Yesi was stunned for a few seconds and returned to normal again. He continued to press her on his other leg, with a gentle smile in his low voice, "If you want to touch it, just touch it."

When Qiao Mianmian heard him say he didn't mind, her paws became a little itchy again.

Mo Yesi's hair quality is very good, it's the kind that you can shoot shampoo advertisements without adding special effects.

She just touched it and felt it felt very good.

If he didn't mind, she would like to feel more...

Mo Yesi laughed softly: "You can touch any part of my body. You can touch whatever you want and you can touch it as long as you want."

Qiao Mianmian: “…”

Her little face turned red with a bang.

Why did she think that Mo Yesi's words were ambiguous?

Is it because her thoughts are too dirty?

Why does she feel a little erotic?

However, since he said he didn't mind, she would be welcome.

Qiao Mianmian's white and soft little hand stretched out again, landed on top of his head, gently touching the ends of his soft hair, and said softly: "Mo Yesi, have you ever massaged someone else before?"

I feel that the massage force is very good.

It doesn't look like it was the first time I was giving someone a massage.

"Yeah." Mo Yesi knelt in front of her, pinching the soft flesh on her legs, with a soft look on her handsome face, "When I was at home, I helped my grandma press her legs. How about it, is my massage skills OK?"

Qiao Mianmian immediately understood.

She had been to the Mo family once, and naturally knew that the old lady had a little leg disease.
Chapter completed!