She thinks that she is in that state of mind now, I've done this many times, but I'm still uncontrollably scared and nervous.
"Why withdraw your hands, I have a snake on me" He looked sideways at Mu Jinjin, who was frowning and looking down at his shoulder, and asked her.
He looked at her half-curled little eyebrows and felt something familiar.
It seemed to be an inertial action he often did.
Why does she have this habitual action like him He remembered that when he first met her, she would only frown and not frown.
He wondered who she had learned it from.
But he wouldn't ask her such boring questions.
"No, I just didn't think about how to give you a massage."
Mu Jin explained cautiously.
She didn't want him to know that he retracted his hand because he was shy, it would be humiliating.
"Can't you get a massage, I see you're doing pretty well when you're in bed." “” After listening to his words, Mu Jinjin felt like vomiting blood.
He shouldn't think that every time he pushes and pulls and hammers his shoulder on the bed, he is actually giving him a massage to encourage him Oh, my God.
Mu Jinjin felt that he and he were definitely not on the same planet She was speechless.
There was something stubborn about her that drove her to want to say something like that to him.
"I'm not trying to give you a massage when I'm doing that kind of thing with you, it's just that I'm not asking you to let me go or stop being so hard, don't be sentimental" But she eventually used her reason to force herself to resist the urge to say that passage.
She thought that if she said that paragraph, she would definitely be torn apart by the violent him So for the sake of her little life, she had better endure it.
Mu Jinjin didn't want to talk nonsense with him, so he smiled at him and then raised his little hands again, and put them on his shoulders nervously and fearfully as if he was touching a charcoal fire.
"I'll give you a massage right now."
She took a deep breath and began to press her hands on his shoulders.
"Hmm."
He returned his gaze to the computer screen, raised his hand and held the mouse to manipulate the content on the computer.
It's as if announcing the beginning of this game silently.
Mu Jinjin stuck out his tongue at his back, secretly made a disdainful expression, and then lowered his head and obediently massaged him.
No way.
Whoever let her stay will have something to ask him.
To ask for others is to be humble.
Mu Jinjin comforted his little soul that had been ruined by him, and at the same time sullen but obediently massaged him, intending to press until he was satisfied.
But his shoulders were much stronger than her father's middle-aged body or her mother's soft shoulders.
Therefore, every time she presses it, it is as if she is pressing a stone, and it takes a lot of strength to complete the massage according to the rules.
She felt that if she continued like this, let alone let her support him until he was satisfied.
I'm afraid that in less than five minutes, her hand will be sent to the hospital for scrapping due to overwork Mu Jinjin is a little lazy.
She wanted to cut corners, such as pressing softer and so on.
She looked at his mouse-clicking hand and glanced at the computer screen again, and saw that he was reading a report.
The report was full of things she couldn't understand.
She didn't know what was written in the report.
But there was one thing she knew. oshow7 t1706231537: