After Going on a Blind Date with My Brother

"Well, my legs are numb." Wen Yimu seemed to believe it all at once, and nodded thoughtfully.

She squatted in front of Lin Wan and asked tentatively, "Can I rub it for you?"

"Why is this so embarrassing?" Lin Wan pretended to be modest for a second, then happily straightened his legs, "Okay!"

Wen Yimu laughed dumbly and stroked Lin Wan's hair. Sure enough, it's a child, so polite can't hold back.

Looking at her staring eyes, it was as if she was afraid that she would run away, and she hoped that no matter what she did, they could stay together and never be separated.

In fact, she didn't think so, but she was older and could restrain her desires more.

If you indulge, you don't know who is better.

Wen Yimu glanced at Lin Wan's outstretched legs, the girl was not short, her legs were long and straight, the skirt could barely cover the lower part of the thigh, revealing a section of snow-white thigh, and the chopstick-like calf had hooked leg sockets. .

It looks like tender bamboo shoots that have been peeled in spring, making people want to take a bite.

Wen Yimu squatted in front of Lin Wan, looked up inadvertently, and his eyes were just level with the skirt.

Well, the little girl's skirt is a little fluffy today.

Even if it was just an unintentional glance, Wen Yimu still saw a bright color on the bottom of the thigh under the skirt. She had good eyesight, and in that half second, she even clearly saw some lace edges, translucent, with a little dark...

Wen Yimu closed her eyes halfway, and hurriedly drew her eyes away from the fire, forcing herself not to think about the scene just now.

But the swaying strawberry color still lingered in her mind, jumping in her mind almost uncontrollably, firmly occupying her entire thought.

Pink and red, it matches the little girl's dress today, translucent with lace edges, looming, making people imagine at a glance.

Wen Yimu lightly bit her lower lip and stretched out her hands, not knowing where to put them for a while.

It seems that the original pure want to post, now becomes some not so pure thoughts.

Lin Wan didn't realize it, and urged her in a strange coquettish voice: "Sister, rub someone's legs~"

"Okay." Wen Yimu pursed her lips, put her hand on Lin Wan's knee, slowly slid down to the socket of her calf, and reached out to hold it gently.

The girl's calf is very thin, but it does not look weak, but a full and agile, deer-like feeling, and it feels indescribably good in the hand.

Wen Yimu rubbed slowly, feeling the cool touch in the palm of his hand. It was smooth and soft, like touching white porcelain, making people unable to bear to knead it.

It's strange, it's just a normal massage to relax the muscles, but once the mind is crooked, it seems that no matter what action you do, it can't be that simple.

Wen Yimu bit her lower lip lightly, trying her best to make her expression look calm, and she used a little force on her hand without changing her face, for fear of crushing the white porcelain.

She asked softly, "Does it hurt?"

Lin Wan laughed and kicked his calf lightly: "I don't feel it at all, sister."

The girl lifted her legs at will, like a sparrow flying up from the windowsill, full of the vitality of young people, attracting Wen Yimu like that.

Wen Yimu took a deep breath and squeezed Lin Wan's calf with a dead hand. Lin Wan exclaimed, begging for mercy: "It hurts, sister!"

Wen Yimu ignored her, and continued to knead her calf with great effort. It looked like she was getting a serious massage, but in fact she was retaliating like she was angry.

Lin Wan could actually endure this kind of force completely, but she deliberately screamed from her throat, unable to bear it, and begging for mercy incessantly.

Wen Yimu finally stood up unbearably, bit his lower lip lightly, his always calm eyes were full of stormy waves at the moment.

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