Domineering cute baby: president daddy, you devil!

Men's breathing is a bit heavy.

"Is that right?

Do you feel better now? "

Tang Xin gently pressed, while observing the look of song Qinbei.

But every time Tang Xin concentrates on massage, song Qinbei looks at her with a smile on his lips. When Tang Xin looks at Song Qinbei again, the evil man returns to his pale and painful appearance.

The two expressions can switch freely and connect seamlessly.

"Heart..."

At the moment, men's voice is like the most attractive wine.

The voice is very provocative.

Being called by him like this, Tang Xin only feels that his ears are a little hot.

Some of them are hot.

Her small white earlobes were reddish.

"Heart, a little higher."

The sound of a man with a little metal texture was ringing in her ears.

Tang Xin only felt that her ears were burning.

Even the cheek is a little hot.

According to his request, Tang Xin went up a little bit.

"Is that ok?"

This time, Tang Xin was afraid to look into song Qinbei's eyes.

She was a little annoyed at her failure.

Isn't it massage? What's the point of blushing?

Is it that unpromising?

"Well... Very comfortable..."

Men's low voice sounds magnetic, sexy and charming.

That sound is easy to imagine

Those who don't know think they are doing something indescribable.

It's just a leg massage.

"Can you stop yelling like that?"

Tang Xin bowed his head and kneaded his life.

"What do you call it?"

"Just like that..."

Tang Xin felt a little ashamed.

"Why do you care so much?

Don't you want to be called out when you feel comfortable? "

The man's deep eyes were smiling at her.

Tang Xin

This sentence seems to be more misleading.

"Xinxin, do you think much about it?"

"I didn't." Tang Xin immediately retorted, "I didn't think of anything.

Also, please don't call me Xinxin. We are not familiar. Thank you

"I used to sleep with my arms together, and you didn't say it was unfamiliar."

The man whispered.

Tang Xin:!!!!

Listen?

Is this human language?

This asshole man!!!

Tang Xin's face was burning and hot. She let go of her hand and suddenly stood up, "please don't say these misunderstandings.

I think you're all right, so I'll go first... "

"I... it hurts..."

But song Qinbei bent down and held his belly.

His face was more pale than before, as if he was experiencing some great pain.

It looks like it really hurts.

"Are you all right?"

"My leg is more cramped than just now

It hurts

Tang Xin, help me... "

The man who used to dominate the market now looks like a sick little suckling dog, pitifully looking at himself.

Tang Xin really has no way to refuse such a look.

"OK, ok... Don't look at me like this. I'll give you a massage."

She quickly walked over, "I've convinced you, song Qinbei. You're here to upset me."

As she read, she put her hands on Song Qinbei's long and straight legs to massage.

His legs are very hot, the meat is the kind of texture, more like muscle, rather than soft stepping meat.

There's no muscle in the leg.

Perfect.

If song Qinbei didn't become president, it would be good to be a model.