"Are you comfortable?" Xiaomai immediately sat up straight in curiosity when she heard her sister's shouting and asked.

After saying that, he asked Jian Heng: "How do you say Chinese that is comfortable or not?"

When she heard Jian Heng say it again, she repeated the sentence boredly at Daba.

Damai said, "It's sour and...oh...hahaha."

After a few acupoints came, Damai had no time to tie her with her sister. She either shouted or was silly happy. When Jian Heng pressed the soles of her feet directly, Damai raised her head suddenly.

"Oh, I didn't expect your body to be so soft!" Jian Heng saw that his girlfriend's body was almost twisted into a U-shaped shape, and slapped Damai's plump buttocks as if he was joking, and he also pinched it.

"Hey, pay attention!" Xiaomai said dissatisfied.

Jian Heng ignored Xiaomai's words and continued to do the work he had.

"Hahaha... sour, sour! Let go, let go!" Damai seemed particularly afraid that Jian Heng would press the acupoint on his feet. Every time Jian Heng tried hard, she began to twist and beg for forgiveness.

"Okay, keep going!"

When Jian Heng really let go, after four or five seconds, she asked her to reply. Damai missed the feeling she had just now, so she asked Jian Heng to continue pressing.

When Jian Heng held Damai's feet again, he was not so obedient when he reached out to press the soles of her feet. He couldn't help Damai.

The soles of the feet were drilled with knuckles, and soon a spiritual treasure was found in the house. Dabae was crying and laughing, and there was a little shaking in it. In less than two minutes, Dabae had tears in her eyes and laughing, and her expression was so rich.

My sister's strength expression frightened Xiaomai, who was sitting aside and watching, a little scared.

"Okay!" Jian Heng pressed Damai's second foot, then reached out and patted her calves.

"Can you not press it?" Xiaomai was a little scared now.

When Jian Heng heard that he didn't press the question, he immediately said, "Okay, let you adapt psychologically for two days."

When he heard that the wheat was not pressed, Jian Heng immediately prepared to give up the pickup, went to the bathroom to wash his hands, and planned to find a place to go into the space to grow his own vegetables.

Damai had almost come back to her senses at this time. The feeling that she felt a few pounds of lighter after pressing her body slowly hit her heart, so Damai stretched her waist.

"Wow, it's so comfortable. I understand why those people say it's uncomfortable when pressing. I'll feel comfortable after pressing!" Damai said happily.

Xiaomai asked when she heard this, “Really?”

"Really, the muscles of the whole body feel particularly relaxed, without any tightness. It feels like a deep stretch, which is a bit like something, like lying on cotton. I suggest you try it. Now I am a little looking forward to him learning all the techniques. What kind of effect should it be?" Damai said to Xiaomai.

When Xiaomai heard this, she didn't care about anything else and immediately shouted loudly at the door: "Jian Heng, Jian Heng! Come here, I'm going to press!"

This sentence is standard Chinese. Xiaomai now calls Jian Heng’s name, and the pronunciation is still good.

Jian Heng had already slipped into the living room at this time, and was not ready to respond to Xiaomai's words. He was about to put on his coat and sneak into the warm room.

Xiaomai shouted and saw no one agreeing, and instantly jumped out of the bed and ran away and chased outside. He immediately blocked Jian Heng at the door with his eyes.

When Jian Heng saw that Xiaomai was chasing her, he immediately seamlessly transformed the action of wearing a coat into the action of taking off the coat. While taking off, he also complained to Xiaomai: "I've put on my clothes, and you said you should press it. It would be better to say earlier. Look, you have to prepare again."

Xiaomai had seen through Jian Heng for a long time, and looked at Jian Heng invisibly. He looked at Jian Heng and took off his coat, hung it on the clothes hanger at the door, and then walked back to the house.

Waiting for Xiaomai to lie on the massage table, Jian Heng also exhaled his hands and began to press up from his back.

Although he kept reminding himself to be calm and calm, when Jian Heng touched Xiaomai's strong back, he still used some distractedness, especially when he thought of this sister-in-law, the vulgar and thought of that kind jumped out of his heart.

Although Jian Heng was holding his face and looked focused, no one knew that his brother-in-law was very upset in his heart at this moment.

"I don't have the strength! You're lazy!"

Xiaomai asked Jian Heng to press it a few times, feeling that he was not calling like Barley at all, and at most it felt sour. He immediately began to scold Jian Heng for being lazy.

Her sentence awakened Jian Heng directly and began to press it straight and concentrate. After such concentration, the messy thoughts in her mind immediately stopped, and Xiaomai's so-called "enjoyment" followed.

The two sisters not only look like each other, but now they have almost the same reactions to massage. Jian Heng's brain is a little confused. He feels that he has repeated what happened just now, which is equivalent to doing homework. He just needs to write it twice.

As he did, he still made a plan. When he was waiting for the end, Jian Heng subconsciously did not remember that the one lying on the bed was Xiaomai, not his sister Damai, so he stretched out his hand and slapped Xiaomai intimately on the round buttocks.

"Okay!"

Jian Heng didn't react at first. After a crisp pop in contact with his palm and buttocks, Jian Heng turned around and covered the massage oil bottle given by the old man.

Xiaomai is not Damai, so when Jian Heng's slap fell on her butt, she suddenly became tense. Massage didn't matter, but this slap was completely a flirting action. How could Xiaomai not be stupid?

Originally, Xiaomai thought Jian Heng was intentional, so she came back to her senses and turned her head to look at Jian Heng. She found that he was sorting out the bottles and jars next to her seriously, so she realized that this guy's mind was a little short-circuited at this time.

After finishing tidying up, Jian Heng turned around and found that Xiaomai was lying on the massage table. He raised his upper body and didn't know what was thinking in his head, so he opened his mouth and said, "It's over!"

"It's over?" asked Xiaomai, "What does it mean to end?"

"Get up and start when it's over. I'm going to put away the massage table. What are you doing? You won't be going to sleep here for one night, right?" Jian Heng had already remembered the slap he had just now. Originally, Xiaomai felt embarrassed in his heart, and his slap was like pushing Jian Heng into the pit again.

At this time, Xiaomai grabbed the robe, covered her body and got off the massage table, then carried her body and put the robe on her body, and asked for a belt.

"Go to take a shower quickly, I'm here..."

Before Jian Heng finished speaking, Xiaomai suddenly turned his head and directly grabbed Jian Heng's neck. He tiptoed on Jian Heng's left face and kissed him with a kiss.

The moment she was kissed by Xiao wheat, Jian Heng's body suddenly became straight, just like Xiao wheat just now.

"You just slapped my butt, now I'll kiss you, let's get even." Xiaomai immediately laughed when she saw Jian Heng's dumb look, then turned around and shook her arms, and walked out of the door in a very arrogant manner.

"Damn, it's messy now." Jian Heng looked at Xiaomai's back and disappeared at the door, so he murmured.

After sorting out the things, Jian Heng was thinking about this matter in his mind, mainly whether to tell Damai, what if he didn't say it, and how to talk about it if he said it. In the end, the more he thought about it, the more he became, the more he was confused. Even if he stayed outside several degrees below zero, Jian Heng felt that his brain was about to explode.

Finally, I decided to take a look! In fact, it is nothing more than a drag-on technique. If you can't find a way to find a way, just drag it. As for when or under what circumstances this matter will cause a disaster, it is not something Jian Heng wants to consider now, or what he wants to think about now.

At the same time, Jian Heng also found an excuse for himself in his heart: It is normal for Americans to kiss his cheeks. When he came up with this reason, Jian Heng did not consider the intimate contact between himself and Xiaomai's plump buttocks.

Just like this, he thought about it all the way and reached the door of the greenhouse. He pushed open the door and walked in and found that there was no one inside. He reached out and pressed the switch beside the wall, turned on the lights, and Jian Heng found that Zhao Changshan's small shovel was leaning against the door.

He casually touched the shovel, turned off the light and raised his foot into the space. After a while, Jian Heng retreated again, because the space was the same as the season outside, and it was in the middle of winter, and the temperature was not bad than Montana.
Chapter completed!