President, Don't be so thirsty

Qi Xiaoqi regained his consciousness and began to press the Mo for him with his hand.

The movement on the hand kept, and the eyes couldn't help but peek down. The man's thin back, straight lines were flawless, and his healthy skin color was slightly shiny, which almost made people unable to move their eyes.

Qi Xiaoqi clearly heard the sound of swallowing her saliva. The owner of her body couldn't see her expression, and her eyes became more and more unscrupulous.

"How about such strength, sir?" she asked him solemnly, pretending to be a professional masseur.

Feng Jinyan's fingers tightened more and more, but he was still expressionless and said, "well."

As a result, Qi Xiaoqi's hands became more and more attentive.

Although she is very oppressed this time, as long as she can survive this level, she is still a hero.

She took a bath for her pet, but her skin felt very good.

However, she had been scrubbing for a long time, and even her wrists were sore, but the man just didn't let her stop.

What Qi Xiaoqi didn't know was that when her little hand gently stroked Feng Jinyan's back, his eyes became deeper and deeper. The woman's touch to his body was so damn comfortable, just like a person who had been hungry and thirsty for a long time and suddenly got a sweet spring.

His whole body, every pore is comfortable, just because his skin is extremely sensitive and special. He is a patient with severe skin hunger and thirst.

But at ordinary times, he would rather endure the torture of desire ignited by his skin than hate the touch of women. He thought those hands, those bodies and skin were dirty, but only the woman's touch was different from the beginning.

Her hands were as soft as bones and flesh.

So when Qi Xiaoqi's hand touched his shoulder and Qi Xiaoqi didn't react, he grabbed her hand.

Qi Xiaoqi was stunned.

Feng Jin said that he looked at the hands wrapped in his palm, and he was very fat. His nails and nails were also trimmed clean. He didn't paint what was out of order.

It's a pair of clean hands.

Qi Xiaoqi only felt that the man held her palm and his face was still expressionless, but it was clear that his fingers were rubbing carefully.

She felt that she couldn't see through the man in front of her. What was she doing grabbing her hand? She opened her mouth with frustration and hesitation and said, "yes... What's the problem?"

The expression on Feng Jinyan's face was almost pale, and suddenly said carelessly, "can you massage?"

Qi Xiaoqi said that she really didn't know what the other party's brain circuit was like.

She tried to rise at the corner of her mouth and said to herself that she could bear it for a while now, as long as she could please the man, coax him to return the photo to her and let him go.

Qi Xiaoqi's smile became more and more brilliant, "yes."

But soon, Qi Xiaoqi regretted it.

Feng Jinyan went straight to the massage bed placed in the museum and lay down at the mercy of others.

Unfortunately, Tucao is only in his heart. Qi Xiao is absolutely not afraid to make complaints about him in his face. He can only laugh more and be happy.

"I'll come right away!" Qi Xiaoqi hurried to the bed and looked at the beautiful man with jade body on it.

She did learn massage. When she showed all the massage techniques, it had been an hour, and she was panting.

Qi Xiaoqi remembers that when people are under the eaves, they can't keep their heads down!

She looked at Feng Jinyan carefully and asked, "Sir, are you still satisfied with... My service?"

"HMM." a meaningful radian appeared at the corner of Feng Jinyan's mouth.

Qi Xiaoqi was excited and said softly, "well... Can you give me back my film? Now we are clear!"

"Liangqing?" Feng Jinyan sat up casually, "no one has ever said such a thing to me."