Marriage sleepy: less power to pet lightly

Chapter 303
In order to repay his hard-working wife, Wei Xuan also offered to give her a massage.

"You?" Song Zhiwei looked skeptical, "You have such strong hands, I'm afraid you'll crush me."

Wei Xuan was full of sincerity, "Don't worry, I will be very light."

Unable to withstand his repeated persuasion, Song Zhiwei had no choice but to accept his "return" with suspicion.

Massaging must stretch clothes, Song Zhiwei dragged off her shirt, and then lay on the bed.

"There are still underwear." Wei Xuan reminded.

There is a belt across the back, which is in the way.

Song Zhiwei had no choice but to untie her underwear and put it aside.

Following the sequence of her massage just now, Wei Xuan also pressed from her shoulders.

In fact, Song Zhiwei's daily work intensity is not small, her body is very tense and tired.

When warm palms pinched her shoulders, Song Zhiwei couldn't help curling her lips, "You have a lot of calluses on your hands, and it's uncomfortable to wear them."

The hands of a big man are naturally not as delicate and smooth as hers, let alone hands that touch guns all the year round.

"Be patient," he persuaded. "Relax your shoulders."

"Well, take it easy." Song Zhiwei confessed, and then relaxed on the pillow, waiting for him to play.

Compared with his wide palms, her shoulders were so small that they seemed to shatter with a little force.

This was Wei Xuan's first massage for someone, and he was afraid of hurting her, so he used very light force at first.

Song Zhiwei couldn't help it anymore, "With a little force, I can only feel the callus on your hand rubbing against my skin."

Wei Xuan had no choice but to use a little force, and now Song Zhiwei stopped screaming.

It has to be said that Wei Xuan is a very savvy person, after being corrected by Song Zhiwei two or three times, he understood the strength that can make her feel comfortable.

Song Zhiwei was so satisfied with his firm massage that she couldn't help closing her eyes to rest.

"Wife, are your shoulders still sore?" Wei Xuan asked "considerately".

"It's okay, press your back." Song Zhiwei asked like an old man.

Hearing this, Wei Xuan moved his hand to her back.

I have to say that Song Zhiwei is really fair, not only her face is white, but the skin on her body is also fair and smooth, like tofu, and Wei Xuan can't help touching it a few times every time.

"Don't touch! Massage carefully." Sensing the restless big hands on her back, Song Zhiwei warned dissatisfied.

Wei Xuan immediately put away his restless thoughts and began to massage her seriously.

The tendons under her shoulder blades were a bit congested, so when Wei Xuan unblocked her, he couldn't help but let out a soft cry.

"Does it hurt?" Wei Xuan stopped immediately.

"It hurts a little, and it's a little sore, it's okay, let's continue." Song Zhiwei didn't intend to make him stop.

The narrow back was almost covered by his two palms. On the white skin, the big dark palms pressed diligently, relieving her fatigue from work.

Because he was afraid of pressing her down, Wei Xuan squatted halfway, but this posture was not tiring for him.

His finger pressure was very strong, and Song Zhiwei couldn't help but let out comfortable sighs when he massaged the places she couldn't touch in the shower.

Seeing that his own massage techniques could bring Song Zhiwei such great comfort, Wei Xuan continued to work hard until he pinched her entire delicate back until it was reddish and hot.

At this time, Song Zhiwei was so comfortable that she squinted her eyes and was about to fall asleep.

"Honey, are you comfortable?" Wei Xuan's eyes couldn't help but become gloomy as the rough palms walked back and forth on her velvety skin.

"En." Song Zhiwei replied in a daze, which was regarded as a response.

Suddenly, she felt his hands "massage" to the front, and kneaded them unceremoniously like kneading dough.

"What are you doing! Hooligan." Song Zhiwei patted his tricky hand twice, dissatisfied with how the exercise, which was obviously beneficial to the body and mind, suddenly changed its taste.

The man's heavy body pressed down, but in order not to hurt her, he used his elbows to support most of the weight of his upper body.

"The back massage is over, of course it's time to massage the front." He said serious words, but he asked about her slender back neck.

"You are obviously eating 'tofu'..." Song Zhiwei complained.

"I haven't 'eat' yet, I'm just kneading 'tofu'." With a warm question on her streamlined shoulders and neck, Wei Xuan brazenly corrected her words.

Feeling that the pants were being stripped off, Song Zhiwei knew that he must do so, so she could only remind in a soft voice, "Remember to wear a condom."

"Well, bring it when you go in."

Because thinking that Wei Xuan was leaving the day after tomorrow and doing something dangerous, Song Zhiwei subconsciously wanted to compensate him in some way, so she cooperated very much tonight.

When she turned her head to kiss him deeply, Wei Xuan's blood spurted even more.

The lamps in the room cast a warm orange color, casting faint light and shadow on the two equally beautiful people.

The quilt kept wriggling, being pulled, and crumpled, and finally accompanied by the shaking of the foot of the bed, the woman's voice rang out uncontrollably——

After one round, Wei Xuan lay on his side to rest with his beloved woman in his arms, and gently wiped the thin sweat off her forehead.

Song Zhiwei closed her eyes, her heart was still beating fast, and she hadn't recovered from the great pleasure he gave her.

It wasn't until he went to the bathroom to get a warm towel to wipe her body that she finally had the strength to speak.

"Well, take it easy."

"Is it torn?" When Wei Xuan heard it, he wanted to check it nervously.

"No." Song Zhiwei blushed and shook her head. How could she say that the aftertaste is still there because she just did it?
But Wei Xuan insisted on checking, and he was relieved after confirming that she was not hurt.

Considering her physical condition, Wei Xuan only planned to do it once, so he went to the bathroom and took a brief shower to wash off the smell of sweat.

When he hugged her again and wanted to sleep, Song Zhiwei became restless.

Her weak, boneless little hands touched his strong body, and her small cherry mouth also contained his sexy Adam's apple.

"Wife?" Of course Wei Xuan knew what she meant, what surprised him was that she never took the initiative, why would she want to take the initiative for the second time today?
"Didn't that satisfy you just now?" Wei Xuan asked from the bottom of his heart, without any hint of ridicule.

Song Zhiwei bit him angrily, and said angrily, "Am I as 'hungry' as you? I just thought you were leaving the day after tomorrow, so I wanted to 'advance' you in advance."

After understanding Song Zhiwei's meaning, Wei Xuan was like "winning again" as a reward, turning around and obeying his wife's "order".

However, Song Zhiwei held him down and prevented him from turning over.

She slowly sat on his waist, with her long hair hanging down, and there was a fairy-like smile on the corner of her delicate lips, "This time I want to be on top."

(End of this chapter)