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He was actually still in the mood to read the manuscript, obviously he didn't take himself seriously at all.

Hua Ye didn't speak, but stretched out two hands, and landed on Hashimoto Qingyin's shoulders.

Although there is no clear scientific basis for behaviors such as massage, acupuncture, and cupping, they have been passed down for thousands of years, and they must have their merits.

Others have learned how to massage and massage. No matter who they massage and massage, they always greet with three tricks. Hua Ye is different. He can sense the hidden dangers of each person's body, so he can prescribe the right medicine.

The massage begins.

With Hua Ye's hand lightly exerting force, Hashimoto Qingyin, who was calm and calm looking at the manuscript just now, opened his eyes wide, parted his pink lips, and let out an irresistible and seductive moan from his mouth: " Well--"

The crooning only lasted half a sound, and then a hand covered her mouth. For the first time, a delicate blush appeared on Hashimoto Qingyin's usually plain face.

"Mom, what's the matter?" The monitor's voice came from the kitchen.

"It's nothing." This sickly lady's psychological quality is obviously far superior to that of her own daughter, and she said calmly, "Xiaoye's massage feels very good."

Hua Ye said, "Do you want to continue?"

"Go on." Hashimoto Qingyin blinked, and calmed down in a short time, "Don't worry about me."

However, the human body and soul are not completely compatible, and things happen from time to time that the body betrays the soul. Don't think that the willpower is strong enough to be able to endure it!Your body will make you can't help shouting out!

Hua Ye didn't ask any more questions and continued to massage.

It's as if it's hard to go to low-end roadside stalls after eating top-notch food. Although Hashimoto Qingyin has had massage experience, she never knew that the feeling of massage can be so...wonderful and comfortable.

With the kneading of Hua Ye's fingers, an indescribable pleasure gushed out from the depths of his body.

Hashimoto Qingyin was able to hold back at first, but this feeling was like a tide, coming in waves one after another, turning into an uncontrollable impulse, lingering around the throat.

Hua Ye lowered his head and glanced at Mrs. Bingjiao, and if he wanted to call you, he would call out. It didn't mean that there was nothing wrong on the surface. The manuscript in his hand was only a hundred words, and he hadn't turned it over for a full minute!

People with different occupations have very different physical problems. Take Shihua as an example, as a chef, turning the spoon is an essential thing, so the shoulder is much more sore than other parts. As an editor, most of his daily work is sitting in front of the computer to process documents. Sedentary for a long time, the most harmful place is actually the spine.

Hua Ye massaged his shoulders for a while, and then began to massage his spine.

As the palm moved down, it was obvious that Hashimoto Qingyin's body tensed up for a moment.

So are you really nervous?

If you don't want to, just say it!

"..."

However, Mrs. Bingjiao just pursed her lips tightly, her eyes fell on the unturned page of the manuscript in her hand, and she didn't say a word.

Hello, is this the default?

It must be!

Machiko is in the kitchen, you really plan to have a full massage!Bullying mother-in-law in front of her daughter, this kind of plot can only appear in the worst books!

No, if it is the worst book, the daughter and mother will be stacked directly, and then the mother and daughter will eat rice!

If it were someone else, she would probably be scared right now. After all, Mrs. Bingjiao's thoughts are unpredictable, and she seems to be acquiescing on the surface. Maybe when she turns around, she will be stabbed with a utility knife.

Hua Ye naturally didn't feel timid, so the massage continued.

The air conditioner was turned on in the living room, and Hashimoto Qingyin had already changed into pajamas before eating. There is no fluctuation, if you say massage, you will massage, and there will be absolutely no other thoughts.

There is only one who wants to be with her sister all day long like Dirty Lolita, and that useless angel has already directly said that it is strictly forbidden to touch Jiaailu, otherwise it will explode on the spot!

The same is true for the monitor, so Hua Ye will not have strange thoughts about the monitor's mother.

The right hand continued to move down, Hua Ye found the next massage point, and massaged perfectly with just the right strength.

"Um--"

An uncontrollable moan broke through the seal of the lips and blurted out.

Facts have proved that sick and delicate can't resist the instinct of the body.

Bingjiao's wife lowered her head, raised her hand to tie her hair by her ears, and her voice was rarely flat and calm, but filled with shame and timidity: "Enough, stop here!"

"Ah."

Hua Ye withdrew his hands calmly, without any fluctuations in his heart.

Hashimoto Qingyin closed her eyes, breathing slightly short of breath, covered her cheeks with the manuscript in her hand, and closed her eyes without speaking.

"Hey, is the massage over yet?" Machiko wiped her hands and came out of the kitchen.

Hua Ye said, "It's over."

"Xiao Ye's massage ability is very good." Hashimoto Qingyin opened his eyes, and his voice returned to a calm state, "Suddenly want to take a bath and then have a good sleep."

Machiko said with concern: "Then mom, go take a shower and go to bed."

"Okay."

"Student Hua Ye." Machiko sent Hua Ye to the entrance. Normally, he would have followed him downstairs, but after being bitten just now, he was still a little scared and didn't dare to go out to see him off. He just said, "Be careful on the road Safety."

"Ah."

"Remember to send me a message when you get home."

"understood."