sister in love with me

Zhang Muchuang didn't believe that Wang An would give massage...not to mention she didn't think it was a big problem, she just applied some safflower oil and just rested. , can this be good and fast?

Could it be that he just wanted to touch his feet?Zhang Muchuang didn't think that feet were sensitive parts, nor did she think that women's feet would be as attractive to men as other hidden parts of the body, but Zhang Muchuang knew that some men just liked women's feet, which made Zhang Muchuang a little disgusted... ... She remembered that once when she went to Yan Yuxian's office, she saw Ye Jinli wearing black stockings sitting on the desk with her legs crossed, sticking her toes to Yan Yuxian's mouth, Yan Yuxian didn't seem disgusted at all On the contrary, Ye Jinli's stockings have some bright water color.

Zhang Muyu felt his body shrink, as if some electric current made his whole body go limp, because he couldn't help but imagine him holding his feet and kissing them.

"Disgusting!" Zhang Muchuang was annoyed and shy, and rolled his eyes at him, he actually wanted to kiss her feet, it was so disgusting, he must not kiss her feet!rogue!

"Be honest, don't move." Wang An didn't know what Zhang Muyu was thinking, and he didn't see the smile in the corner of her eyes. Zhang Muyu's injury is not serious, the key is to rub the depression. Qi and blood are fine.

Zhang Muyu came back to his senses, and found that he didn't seem to intend to kiss her feet, and he was a little bit annoyed. Yan Yuxian, a pervert, would kiss Ye Jinli's feet, so why didn't he kiss her feet?Are her feet not as good as Ye Jinli's, or does he feel disgusted?How dare you despise yourself!

Thinking of Zhang Muyu and wanting to twitch his feet again, Wang An raised his head and pointed at her: "If you move again, I'm leaving!"

Zhang Muyu didn't dare to move anymore, but just looked at him, and found that his hair was relatively thick, so it didn't have that soft and elegant feeling, but it was also black and neat, his eyebrows were seriously frowned, and his nose was very straight... Zhang Muyou couldn't help but think of what her friend told her, that a man's ability has something to do with his nose... Thinking of this, Zhang Muyou felt that he was going to think wildly again, and quickly came back to his senses, looking at his light beard , softly, Zhang Muyu suddenly felt like wanting to touch his lips.

"Don't make trouble!" Wang An opened Zhang Muxuan's hand.

"It hurts!" Zhang Muyu pouted and withdrew his hand, surprised to find that after thinking about it, he actually touched his little beard. Fortunately, he was not prepared to settle accounts with himself, nor did he look at his own meaning , otherwise it would be a shame!

Zhang Muchuang also found out that he was really just massaging her seriously. Looking at him, Zhang Muchuang suddenly felt soft in his heart, and the scattered pupils in his eyes gathered together, softly like a Melted honey, sweet color.

Zhang Muchuang didn't think wildly, but there was something strange in his heart naturally, he felt his heel being held in the palm of his hand, and his fingers slid over his skin, Zhang Muchuang felt for the first time that it seemed to be his own body. Like a sensitive area.

"How do you feel?" After a while, Wang An clapped his hands and stood up.

Zhang Mulan was startled, and hurriedly said: "No... nothing...you feel it!"

"I don't know why..." Wang An opened the door and was about to leave. Then he remembered that he hadn't washed his hands. He turned around and went to the bathroom, saying, "Don't fall anymore. You should be fine in three to five days."

"Are my feet stinky? Is that what you mean by washing your hands here on purpose?" Zhang Muchuang still couldn't forget those thoughts just now. He always felt a little reconciled, but he didn't know what he was reconciled to. He wanted to If you really come to kiss your feet, will you feel sick?

"It's rare for you to be smart, and I'll tell you with certainty, congratulations, you guessed it right." Wang An walked out shaking his hands.

Zhang Muchuang didn't believe his feet were smelly, so he raised his legs and his toes were shaking lively, "My feet don't smell bad, smell it!"

Zhang Muxiong had been sitting on the sofa the whole time. She was wearing a loose pajamas, and it was one-piece. When she raised her legs, the hem of the clothes fell along the smooth skin to the bottom of her legs, revealing her long, slender and fair legs. Legs, the delicate thigh exudes the temptation to burn the eyeballs, just as Wang An guessed, Zhang Muyu's underwear is all sexy and seductive, and the soft underwear tightly wraps the private parts. The shape is bulging, as if it still exudes the heat and softness of steamed buns just taken out of the steamer.

"Sooner or later, you will cuckold Yan Yuxian!" Wang An shook his head. Tan Taijing had already given him too many temptations, and to a certain extent, his restraint ability in matters of men and women had been greatly enhanced... But he was too It's been a long time since I really tasted that kind of taste, so that just seeing such a scene, Wang An still feels that his cultivation is not enough, and his mood is greatly shaken.

If he was really just an ordinary young man with full blood and vigor, Zhang Muyu must be in trouble now. Yan Yuxian's head is no longer likely to wear a cuckold, but has already put it on.

Zhang Muchuang pursed his lips, shook his head from side to side, then tilted his head to look at Wang An, after thinking about it, he finally understood, and realized that his posture might be lost, he looked down, and tugged at Wang An in a panic. Pajamas cover up.

"I... I... I didn't do it on purpose! Don't think I'm just a random person, it's all you... If it wasn't for you who always messed up my mind..." Zhang Muyu quickly explained, feeling this sentence It's a bit serious, no man would like a casual woman, Zhang Muyou must not want to create a certain impression on him, if he wants to call him a hooligan in the future, he must be full of confidence and pretend... No, it is to maintain the posture of a pure lady, Only in this way can he call him a hooligan with full confidence.

"I don't care if you are a casual person or not. Anyway, it is your husband who is unlucky, not me." Wang An shook his head and let out a long breath. Sure enough, when women start playing social software such as WeChat, men have to do it well. Head a little green ready.

You must know that when the vast majority of women are playing these games, they should know what kind of mentality the men they meet have to strike up a conversation with them, but they can still accept the other party's temptation and contact. For men, it feels uncomfortable to think about it.

Wang An thought, a woman who truly loves her boyfriend with all her heart and only has him in her heart has no interest in such things at all.

"Show me your phone," Wang An said.

"Why?" Zhang Muchuang asked strangely, but when he handed the phone to Wang An, he was a little proud.

Wang An was a little surprised by her expression, but after entering her WeChat account and taking a glance, he understood, "Smelly rascal... you are very proud of giving me such a note name?"

Wang An changed the note name by himself, then checked in her friends list, and returned the phone to her.

Zhang Muyu was looking at the screen all the time, and found that he was just looking in the friend list, his cheeks were a little flushed, and the roots of his ears were pink, biting his lips, and looking at him with hatred.

"Cough...I'm leaving." Wang An didn't say anything.

"Wait!" Zhang Muchuang hurriedly called to stop him.

"What are you doing?" Wang An stopped in his tracks.

Zhang Muyu couldn't find a reason, so he hurriedly thought about it, "Call your nanny to take care of me for two days, or you won't be allowed to leave now!"

"My nanny will take care of you? I can't bear it..." How could Wang An let Tan Taijing take care of others.

"Stingy ghost!" Zhang Muchuang saw him walking out the door on his own, and quickly stood up from the sofa.

"careful!"

After Wang An gave Zhang Muyu a massage, the feeling of sympathy and discomfort would completely dissipate in her feet, as if she was completely healed, but in fact it was impossible. This sensory illusion made Zhang Muyu forget her feet I can't stand it now.

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After Wang An looked at the friend list, he and Zhang Muchuang reacted because he was the only one in Zhang Muchuang's friend list.

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