"Good mouth and smooth tongue!"

Listening to Zhao Xiaohan's words, Yang Wei's face turned red to the root of her ears. Even her hands, who were rubbing on Zhao Xiaohan's temple, couldn't help but tremble: "Damn Xiaohan, your courage is getting bigger and bigger now, and you dare to make jokes?"

"In my dictionary, I don't dare to have two words, so they no longer exist." Zhao Xiaohan laughed, continued to close his eyes, and said softly: "Continue, don't stop, it makes me feel comfortable."

"Um……"

Hearing Zhao Xiaohan's words, Yang Wei huhed from her nose, very small, so small that it was almost inaudible, but her face became more focused. During the massage, her eyes kept looking at Zhao Xiaohan's face. As long as there was a slight change on Zhao Xiaohan's face, she would worry if her technique was too heavy?

In less than ten minutes, the head massage was almost over. Then, Yang Wei finally arrived on the bed. The bed was not large and could vaguely accommodate two people. It was just a single bed, and there was naturally not much space for two adults on it.

Originally, Yang Wei had to sit on Zhao Xiaohan for massage. Whether it was massaged on his legs or back, she had to sit on him. However, after hearing Zhao Xiaohan's teasing just now, she was a little unwilling to let go, especially when she was alone and widowed, living in the same room. If she sat on him again, then what was that?

"Why did you stop?"

When Zhao Xiaohan felt that Yang Wei was not moving, he opened his eyes gently. However, when he entered his eyes, Yang Wei was breathing like an orchid, blushing like a small apple, and wishing someone could go up and take a bite. Looking at Zhao Xiaohan's puzzled expression, Yang Wei hesitated for a moment, bit her lips lightly and said, "You, close your eyes!"

"Oh." Zhao Xiaohan obediently closed his eyes, but couldn't help but smile at the corner of his mouth: "Everyone is an old husband and wife, why are you shy?"

"Who is your old husband and wife? You are not old or young." Yang Wei couldn't help but say coquettishly again, bit her lip, and slowly sat on Zhao Xiaohan. When she felt her back suddenly rise, Zhao Xiaohan knew that Yang Wei was sitting on her.

Even though he didn't open his eyes, when he imagined the scene, he couldn't help but feel his mind rippled. If he turned over now, what was the posture of the two people? He vaguely remembered that what was Guanyin sitting?

Ah, I can't think about it, the more I think about it, the more I can't control it. Zhao Xiaohan could obviously feel that his body had gradually become uncontrollable...

Behind her, Yang Wei's little hand was tender and boneless, and she gently touched Zhao Xiaohan's back. She rubbed and pinched her, and combined with her unique technique, Zhao Xiaohan couldn't help but take a breath. However, the moment Yang Wei's little hand gently stroked his back, Zhao Xiaohan couldn't help but exhaled: "Hiss..."

"What's wrong with you?"

Hearing Zhao Xiaohan's voice, Yang Wei was so scared that she stopped the movements in her hand and asked worriedly. After hearing Yang Wei's words, Zhao Xiaohan continued without raising her head: "Don't stop, continue!"

"oh!"

Yang Wei nodded and continued her massage just now. However, even though it was a layer of clothes, the scent of manly coming from Zhao Xiaohan still made her heart beat faster and more and more nervous, just like facing a big enemy. Even her hands moving back and forth on Zhao Xiaohan's back and forth began to tremble slightly inadvertently.

Zhao Xiaohan naturally knew Yang Wei's changes. In fact, it was not just her, but his own body, but also his own body, which was reflected in an instinctive way? Especially when he imagined Yang Wei's pretty face flushed sitting on him, Zhao Xiaohan couldn't help swallowing.

This woman is really a beauty. Even after giving birth to a child, her figure has not changed at all. I remember he once heard a saying a long time ago that those who attract men are never those little girls who have not grown up, but those women who still have charm.

They are like a ripe peach. Whenever a man sees it, he only has one thought in his heart, that is, eat her, eat her!

"I've got my back done, do you need to massage my legs?"

Just when Zhao Xiaohan's heart was hot, Yang Wei spoke softly. After hearing Yang Wei's words, Zhao Xiaohan said, and then, he saw Yang Wei turn around, stretch out his hand to Zhao Xiaohan, and gently knead his legs. However, the moment her hands touched the base of Zhao Xiaohan's thighs, Zhao Xiaohan's body couldn't help but tremble suddenly.

"What's wrong? Did it hurt you?"

Yang Wei asked again with a nervous look on her face. Looking at Yang Wei's nervous look, Zhao Xiaohan smiled and waved his hand, "It's not that it hurts, it's because you touched the wrong place. The place is too sensitive, so don't massage it. Otherwise, consider changing the place and try it?"

"Um."

Yang Wei nodded again with a red face, but she no longer dared to look at Zhao Xiaohan's eyes. As a woman who had given birth to a child, she naturally knew that not only women can have sensitive areas, but men also have them. But what she didn't expect was that Zhao Xiaohan's sensitivity was actually at the base of her thighs?

Next, Yang Wei massaged her gently again, and her techniques became more and more proficient. In the end, Zhao Xiaohan couldn't help but praise her, but she was a little moved. It seemed that Yang Wei had been practicing for a long time, otherwise, how could she get started so quickly?

From Zhao Xiaohan's perspective, you can only see Yang Wei's back with her head down. However, even if you just look at one, you still see Zhao Xiaohan's heartbroken blood. Her delicate waist and a vague back seemed to have a black silk strap. Her long hair was draped over her shoulders, which was a little scattered. Especially when she saw Yang Wei's body moving, Zhao Xiaohan couldn't help swallowing...

No, no matter how he continues, what if he can't control it anymore?

Although he knew that he was a gentleman, there were two concepts of being a gentleman and not being confused about sitting in the arms. What's more, Yang Wei was not sitting in his arms now, but sitting on his waist. For a moment, Zhao Xiaohan's heart was a little messy in the wind. What if Yang Wei turned around and hugged him later, what should he do?

Do you want to obey her?
Chapter completed!