I rejected your confession, so you picked up my best friend and took her home?

After the wedding, the two of them were very close.

"What's wrong?"

Yin Mengran heard Zhou Heng's words and asked in confusion.

Zhou Heng shook his head and replied, "Ah... It's nothing."

He really wanted to help Yin Mengran rub her legs and feet. Since he was being massaged by Yin Mengran, he wanted to repay her in the same way.

From childhood to adulthood, only his mother had such treatment. When he was a child, he often gave his mother massages, so he knew a little bit about the techniques.

But she was his mother after all, and he was young at the time. Could it work between him and Yin Mengran?

Although they were a couple, they had not been together for long. What if he touched her legs and was misunderstood as wanting to touch her legs?

Yin Mengran continued to massage Zhou Heng's shoulders, with just the right amount of force, which really relaxed Zhou Heng.

However, true relaxation is definitely psychological.

Having a beautiful girlfriend massage you is definitely more comfortable than physical relaxation.

"I used to massage my mother frequently. Her shoulders were always sore, so I would massage them to relieve her pain."

Yin Mengran began to whisper about her past.

Zhou Heng also imagined that scene in his mind. Every time he thought of Yin Mengran and her family, he would feel distressed.

Then, Yin Mengran changed the subject and whispered:

"Now... there is no such opportunity... alas."

Her voice sounded a little sad, but more like she was relieved.

If Zhou Heng and the others hadn't appeared, she wouldn't have been so open-minded and would continue to live a good life with longing in the future.

Zhou Heng's heart trembled and he fell into silence. He felt that he was still far from it.

What Yin Mengran was thinking about was the longing for her relatives. She placed this longing on herself.

What was she thinking about? Touching legs? How could she be so superficial!

The next second, Zhou Heng stood up immediately.

Yin Mengran was startled and stunned. Her hands stopped in mid-air, and she looked at a loss.

Then, Zhou Heng turned around, bent down, stretched out his hand and picked up Yin Mengran directly!

"!!"

Yin Mengran's eyes widened, her body seemed to be stiff, and she dared not move.

"Zhou... Zhou Heng..."

She opened her mouth and called softly, but there was no response from Zhou Heng.

Her heart was beating fast, but she didn't feel scared at all.

So was this accelerated heartbeat due to excitement or excitement?

Zhou Heng took a step forward, carried Yin Mengran to the living room, and slowly put her on the sofa.

Yin Mengran raised her head and looked at Zhou Heng blankly, not knowing what he wanted to do.

Zhou Heng took a small stool from the side and sat in front of Yin Mengran, then reached out and grabbed Yin Mengran's legs and put them on his legs.

"Hmm..."

Yin Mengran snorted lightly. For some reason, when Zhou Heng's hand touched her ankle just now, her body trembled slightly.

"Zhou Heng..."

Yin Mengran realized what Zhou Heng wanted to do, but she couldn't believe it...

It would be fine if she gave Zhou Heng a massage, but did Zhou Heng also want to give her a massage?

I had played with Tang Zhi outside for a day, and I spent Zhou Heng's money to buy myself beautiful clothes, and Zhou Heng also took all the things.

After coming back, I asked Zhou Heng to give me a massage?

Why should I? !

Seeing Zhou Heng's hand about to massage her calf, Yin Mengran hurriedly stopped him and said:

"No... Zhou Heng, stop it, or... I'll help you massage it, don't do this to me..."

Zhou Heng's hand paused in the air, raised his head, glanced at Yin Mengran, and asked:

"Are you disgusted?"

"Ah? I, I, I... I don't dislike it, I just think that I shouldn't enjoy such treatment."

"Well? This is my home, you are my girlfriend, you shouldn't enjoy it, then who should?"

After Zhou Heng finished speaking, he put his hand on her leg without saying a word and gently massaged her,

"I..."

Yin Mengran saw that she couldn't stop it, and when Zhou Heng's hot palm pressed on her, she shyly covered her eyes with her hands and pursed her lips.

But despite this, she couldn't cover up her red ears, and even the redness had spread to her neck.

She felt her heart was about to burst

Her throat jumped out. What day is today? She actually experienced such a thing!

Although she wanted to stop Zhou Heng, she considered the rational aspect and felt that she was not worthy of being treated like this by Zhou Heng.

Emotionally, she wished that time would pass slower now, the slower the better.

Zhou Heng did not notice the changes in Yin Mengran. He stared at Yin Mengran's legs in front of him and muttered in his heart:

"How did you maintain this? How can it be so white? Compared with my hands, I look really dark."

Zhou Heng looked at the back of his hand and Yin Mengran's legs, which were completely two different colors.

After pressing for about 10 minutes, Yin Mengran felt that it was almost enough. If she continued to enjoy it like this, she would really be ruined and would be spoiled by Zhou Heng.

Just as she was about to say something, Zhou Heng took off the slippers on her feet and prepared to touch her feet with both hands.

"!!"

Yin Mengran retracted her legs at a very fast speed, and her toes also grabbed the sofa. Her two feet hid like frightened little animals.

Zhou Heng blinked and froze for a few seconds. He was a little unresponsive. What the hell just went by in a flash...

"Ah...what's wrong? I'm not tickling your soles. What are you afraid of..."

He thought Yin Mengran was afraid that he would tickle her soles and she would feel itchy. He just wanted to help her massage her feet. After walking all day, her feet must be tired.

Yin Mengran shook her head repeatedly, blushing, and whispered: "No, feet...let's not touch them. They are so dirty..."

"Dirty? How could it be..."

Zhou Heng looked at Yin Mengran's feet, then at his own hands. Judging from the color of her skin, he felt that her feet were cleaner than his own hands...

But he could understand Yin Mengran's thoughts. If it were him, no matter how clean his feet were, he would not let others touch them without washing them. He would definitely subconsciously think that his feet were dirty.

"Well, how about I bring a basin of water to help you wash it? That should be okay, right? But I don't think it's dirty, so this is fine..."

"No, no, no... This is enough, don't... that..."

Yin Mengran hesitated for a long time and couldn't say anything. In the end,

she could only squeeze out a "thank you."

Before Zhou Heng responded, she quickly got up from the sofa and ran to the kitchen:

"I'll go prepare dinner first!"