After trying several times, Sheng Chuncheng tried to quietly pull his hand out of Mr. Yun's hand, but failed. Every time his hand moved, the hand holding his would tighten, and it still held him.
Sheng Chuncheng couldn't force his hand out, so he could only let it stay in Mr. Yun's hand.
Unable to pull her hand away, Sheng Chuncheng could only continue to sit on the recliner. Mr. Yun moved her body away and kept pushing towards him.
Mr. Yun and Mr. Lan were talking in their hometown dialect. Sheng Chuncheng couldn't understand, but he could feel that all the lust in the world was the same. He knew that they were talking about the couple sitting over there.
There was a young man, whoever was handsome, the two of them were still giving in, saying who should belong to whom, and who should belong to whom.
The two people spoke very loosely and used their native dialect, thinking that others didn't understand. In fact, Sheng Chuncheng saw that the two young men taking a foot bath probably heard it too. They looked at each other and laughed secretly.
For a moment.
They also looked at Sheng Chuncheng from time to time, which made Sheng Chuncheng feel that his face was burning. Fortunately, the light here was dim and no one could see it.
However, Sheng Chuncheng felt that in fact, to Mr. Yun and Mr. Lan, they were indifferent to them. Just like when he would give them massages, they were just as unscrupulous in front of him and had no worries. In their native dialect,
For them, it may not be to avoid any suspicion at all, but just a habit.
They talked about Sheng Chuncheng again. He had heard this a lot and could understand it. Mr. Yun gently patted Sheng Chuncheng's hand and said to Mr. Lan, "You have chosen over there. I actually still like this one. It's a pity."
He is blind.
Mr. Lan scolded, it would be better if he is blind and you are not blind. It is you looking at him, not him looking at you.
Mr. Yun chuckled and said, "That's right."
Sheng Chuncheng sat there as if on pins and needles. He didn't know how long he sat there. Mr. Yun and Mr. Lan finally finished washing their feet. The two young men who were washing feet withdrew. Mr. Yun shouted impatiently:
"Okay, okay, we're going to start."
Before Sheng Chuncheng came back to his senses and didn't know what it meant to start, Mr. Lan and Mr. Yun stood up. Mr. Yun and Sheng Chuncheng said, let's go over for a massage.
The two people then took off their nightgowns and had a clear view. Sheng Chuncheng was shocked. Isn't this too exaggerated? There were so many people in the box? However, Sheng Chuncheng calmed down immediately. It was true that there were so many people, but these were all
Who are they? Those two are slimming massagers and are used to it, and those platypuses...
Sure enough, Sheng Chuncheng saw them looking this way and laughing happily.
Mr. Yun and Mr. Lan walked over and lay down on the massage table. Sheng Chuncheng walked to Mr. Lan naturally. Mr. Lan gave him a gentle push and said to him:
"You go make it for Mr. Yun first, it's her birthday today."
In this way, Sheng Chuncheng was pushed back to Mr. Yun.
The two masseurs, one each, began to massage their lower bodies. Sheng Chuncheng thought for a while and then massaged Mr. Yun's head first. Sheng Chuncheng was massaging and looking at them, cursing in his mind, "Fuck this, this"
Is it called massage? Are there acupuncture points and meridians?
"My Healing Game"
Sheng Chuncheng looked at the so-called slimming masseur. Instead of massaging, he was just teasing Mr. Yun, stimulating him as much as he wanted.
Mr. Yun's chest rose and fell, and she suddenly shook her head. Sheng Chuncheng didn't know what she was going to do, so she stopped with her hand. Mr. Yun raised his head and turned around to see that those platypuses were still singing over there.
Mr. Yun yelled at them:
"Fuck you, I asked you here to sing?!"
The singing over there stopped suddenly, and Mr. Yun continued to yell: "Turn off the fucking music, it's so noisy!"
Someone immediately turned off the music, and the room suddenly became quiet. President Yun’s voice continued to ring overhead:
"You all get the fuck over here!"
Those platypuses quickly came over and gathered around Mr. Yun's massage table. They all stared at Mr. Yun's unobstructed view on the massage table with innocent eyes, as if they were taking a human anatomy class.
"What are you all doing here? Go over there with the two dead ones!" Mr. Yun was still angry and cursed. Two duck-shaped beasts made faces and immediately withdrew to Mr. Lan's side.
"Continue, continue." Mr. Yun said.
Sheng Chuncheng and the masseur continued to work. Mr. Yun's mood gradually calmed down. With the efforts of the man below, Mr. Yun's breathing began to rise and fall. She opened a pair of obsessed eyes and spoke softly to Duck.
The beasts said, hurry up, help sister press her chest.
Two or three pairs of hands came up.
Sheng Chuncheng suddenly felt his blood rising. He suddenly realized that today's event was not a massage, but an act of fornication. How could he participate in this? If so, what difference would there be between himself and these platypuses?
Sheng Chuncheng stopped his hand and said sorry.
Mr. Yun didn't hear what Sheng Chuncheng was saying, but felt his hand stop. Mr. Yun opened his eyes and looked at Sheng Chuncheng. Sheng Chuncheng said sorry again.
"Sorry for what?" Mr. Yun heard clearly this time and asked.
Over there, Mr. Lan also turned to look this way.
Sheng Chuncheng said: "I'm sorry, today's work is not my job. I can't work in such an environment."
After Sheng Chuncheng finished speaking, he walked towards the table next to him. Regardless of whether anyone could see it or not, he didn't look like a blind man.
Sheng Chuncheng walked to the table, picked up his bag, took out a blind man's cane from the bag, opened it, and walked out quietly, leaving a room full of stunned people.
In the afternoon of the next day, Sheng Chuncheng's phone kept ringing: "Mr. Lan has called you. Mr. Lan has called you."
Sheng Chuncheng looked at the phone on the table and did not answer it.
After a while, there was a "ding" from Mr. Lan's WeChat voice. Sheng Chuncheng clicked on it and Mr. Lan said: "Xiao Sheng, answer my call."
Then, Sheng Chuncheng's phone rang again, "Mr. Lan has called you. Mr. Lan has called you."
Sheng Chuncheng thought for a while, took the phone and answered it.
Mr. Lan's tone was calm, as if nothing had happened. She asked: "Xiao Sheng, do you have time now?"
Sheng Chuncheng was silent, and Mr. Lan said, "Come over to my house and help me make it."
Sheng Chuncheng was still silent, and Mr. Lan said: "Come on, don't be angry, I'll wait for you."
After a pause, Mr. Lan said: "Today, I am alone."
Sheng Chuncheng wanted to refuse or find any reason, but he hesitated and said, "Okay."
Sheng Chuncheng rode his bicycle to Qianchao Road on the Fuchun Road side, turned into the more secluded Qinghe Road, parked the car at the entrance of Qianxin Kindergarten, put on his sunglasses, opened the blind cane, and walked on
Go out and walk along Qianchao Road to Fuchun Road, cross the road and walk towards Dongfang Runyuan diagonally opposite.