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After Liu Sufen cleaned up the bedroom, she stepped into the living room and carried a thermos to store a glass of water for Ren Hao, "What homework are you doing?"

Ren Hao thanked him and said, "Oh, I translated Chinese into English. There are many things I don't know. That's why I asked Teacher Xia to help me. I'm sorry, I'm disturbing you."

"It's not hindering, it's not hindering." Liu Sufen waved his hand lightly, and his eyes hesitated on Ren Hao for a moment, "Then I'll go home first, Wanqiu's father is alone and I'm not at ease."

"Okay, aunt, please walk slowly, be careful on the road." Ren Hao sent Liu Sufen out.

"You guys go do your homework, don't give it to me." Liu Sufen smiled rarely, then turned around and went downstairs.

Ren Hao, who returned to the living room, saw Xia Wanqiu glanced at him gently, "If you don't watch TV, there are books on the small cabinet over there, you can read it."

While idle, Ren Hao responded, walked slowly to the corner bookcase, opened the glass window, and flipped through the books one by one. Ren Hao had a lot of contact with reading materials such as novels, but he had very little contact with some materials.

Most of the bookcases are in English books and magazines, but after passing the fourth level of English, Ren Hao was like reading a heavenly book.

Suddenly, Ren Hao's gaze fell on a Japanese book in confusion. He glanced casually and found that many of them were Japanese books. Ren Hao couldn't help but feel strange and glanced at Xia Wanqiu: "Teacher Xia, why are you still reading Japanese books?"

“What’s the problem?”

"No, I mean, do you understand Japanese?"

Xia Wanqiu stopped the signature pen in his hand: "I was in the middle of the school and taught Japanese in high school. After college, I applied for an English major."

Ren Hao looked stunned: "Then your Japanese level?"

Xia Wanqiu slowly uttered a few words: "At least, it's better than English." It took only four years to pass the English Level 8 exam, and even gained a firm foothold in the position of English teachers in key schools in the city. In this way, Xia Wanqiu's language learning ability is not bad. Perhaps it is not an exaggeration to give her a title of genius.

Ren Hao was overjoyed and was about to ask her to translate it directly into Japanese, but then he thought about it, but he suppressed this idea. First, he couldn't explain it. After all, the college entrance examination was an English test. Even if Ren Hao used his extracurricular hobbies to get rid of it, I'm afraid Xia Wanqiu wouldn't help him translate it. Second, Xia Wanqiu was almost finished, and he was embarrassed to lick his face and beg her again.

Time passes by minute by minute...

Ren Hao noticed that in addition to translating scripts and drinking beer, Xia Wanqiu also rubbed her ankles from time to time. Although Xia Wanqiu tried her best to endure it, Ren Hao still captured a trace of pain from her expression.

"I think we'd better go to the hospital. If there is a fracture, it's troublesome. It must be treated as soon as possible." Ren Hao put down the book and walked to Xia Wanqiu: "Don't write it anymore, I'll go down and call a taxi."

"If I have a fracture, I won't be able to come back." Xia Wanqiu shook her head firmly: "Just twist it a little, just rub it."

Ren Hao is most shameful, let alone because of himself, "No, it's better to cure it early. If you delay your work, I will be very guilty."

"It's okay!" Perhaps she was already drunk, Xia Wanqiu's voice became louder: "Tomorrow will definitely be well."

Ren Hao's neck shrank, and seeing her rubbing her feet again, she frowned and squatted down: "You're not going to be strong, I'll rub it for you." Before Xia Wanqiu agreed, Ren Hao locked her little feet with both hands and gently pulled them out of her slippers.

"What are you doing?" Xia Wanqiu's expression changed: "No need for you! I can rub it myself!"

Ren Hao didn't say anything, squatting there and pressing her crystal-free jade feet. He didn't know how to massage, but he felt a little more comfortable after doing his best.

I don’t know if it’s because of the drunkenness, Xia Wanqiu’s thin melon-shaped face was flushed. She struggled to make her ankle and frightened her face: “Let go! I’m not going to need you!”

Ren Hao was really scared. After all, rubbing her feet from a certain perspective, it was considered a disguised advantage. Xia Wanqiu was conservative and probably wouldn't allow men to touch her casually.

Ren Hao simply kept silent and continued to rub.

Xia Wanqiu struggled many times but failed to stop him. His face changed a little. After a moment, a long sigh floated out of his throat: "You sit on the sofa, you feel uncomfortable squatting." The meaning of the words seemed to have acquiesced to Ren Hao's behavior.

Ren Hao hesitated and sat up on her slender legs, secretly looking at her. Xia Wanqiu rubbed her swayingly towards the other end, making her thighs stretched out enough, and then quickly lowered her eyelids and translated the script, "It's enough to be a few words."

Shy?

Or drunk?

Ren Hao didn't understand what Xia Wanqiu's reaction meant. He only knew that the feel of the stockings was very delicate, and it was very comfortable to rub it between his palms.

I don’t need to be full of money with Xie Zhijing and Fan Qirong. Xia Wanqiu’s slender legs and waist are very skinny, and the flesh-colored tight stockings have a unique and mature flavor.

At this time, Xia Wanqiu was almost lying on the sofa, putting his little feet on Ren Hao's thighs and letting him knead them. The atmosphere looked like a husband was massaged for his wife who had been working hard for a day. It was very harmonious and sweet.

The reason why Ren Hao was so righteous just now was because he had no lust and simply wanted to rub Xia Wanqiu's wounds. However, under the changing atmosphere, Ren Hao's mouth gradually became dry. The hazy intersection of his beautiful legs and the hem of his skirt stimulated Ren Hao's very fragile nervous system at all times.

He looked at Xia Wanqiu quietly, and saw that she was burying her head and kept silent, he plucked up his courage. His hands pretended to move to the heel position casually. Because they were close to his thighs, they had to lift their feet up before they could continue to press there.

Controlling his beautiful legs to slowly lift up, Ren Hao stared at the black hole in his skirt with his eyes tightly. As the angle became larger and larger, the distance between the beautiful legs became longer and longer. With the white light of the energy-saving lamp in the living room, Ren Hao seemed to have seen something, and seemed to have seen nothing, which made him feel itchy.

Ren Hao took a breath with a little excitement, and then slowly owed his body, making his perspective lower...

The deepest part of the stockings was already shady. Just when Ren Hao felt that his underwear was close, Xia Wanqiu's majestic voice suddenly rang out: "You have a rest, your feet no longer hurt."

Ren Hao suddenly straightened his arms!

A drop of cold sweat dripped down her cheeks onto the flesh-colored stockings, and in an instant, it was absorbed cleanly.

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