Mu Yeli spoke directly from over there, "No need, apart from you, I don’t want anyone else to touch ."
"... ..."
The masseur’s face suddenly stiffened.
She pouted and looked at Ye Ning with grievance.
Massage... is also called touching...
But then, she started to massage Ye Ning.
When Ye Ning usually trains, she would press on her body and stretch a bit, to avoid muscle stiffness and inability to endure after training. However, this kind of massage was her first ti, and she suddenly felt an unbearable itch and cried out, "Oh my, oh my..."
Mu Yeli imdiately looked at her and asked in surprise, "What’s wrong, does it hurt?"
Ye Ning was almost laughing tears, "No, it’s itchy, too itchy."
She lifted her head and said to the masseur, "Sorry, can you apply more pressure, this is too light."
"... ..."
The masseur hurriedly and cautiously said, "Okay, okay, Miss Ye Ning don’t worry, I will definitely do it, but I see your body looks so thin, I’m afraid too much strength you won’t be able to bear, so..."
That tender skin seed like a single press would leave a mark, exquisitely like high-grade porcelain, making people dare not use force.
Ye Ning said, "It’s okay, use force, use force, I can handle it."
The pressure endured during training in the past was much stronger than this, what was this?
Upon hearing her say this, the masseur quickly increased the strength a bit.
However, Ye Ning still felt itchy.
She was so itchy that she started tightly gripping the sheet, closing her eyes, toes curling.
That appearance...
Made Mu Yeli watching from behind, stirred his heart.
This woman...
What sound is she making.
Like suppressed moaning, pleasant to the ear, making one’s whole body heat up. Did this woman not know what such sound implied?
However, now touching her was this masseur.
Seeing the masseur’s hands move all over her body, Mu Yeli inexplicably felt unhappy.
Even though she was a woman, he still felt uncomfortable.
He walked over.
Silently called the masseur to stop.
The masseur froze, but looking at Mu Yeli’s cold face, she quickly retreated.
She quietly exited, Mu Yeli took over her work and started pressing on Ye Ning’s body.
Ye Ning froze, suddenly felt that this strength...
Was enough.
Ye Ning said, "Yes, yes, right there, a bit heavier is fine."
These words...
Made it feel even stranger.
Mu Yeli’s hand force was heavier, but his breathing also intensified.
Ye Ning lay there still humming, yet gradually felt that the hands on her body seed increasingly strange.
Though there was rhythm to the pressure, sohow, it seed more like kneading than pressing.
She froze, raising her head.
That’s when she saw Mu Yeli’s burning gaze.
He missed her intensely, having not been apart for so long, he found himself truly like an addict craving poppies, unable to endure the overwhelming longing for her.
Suddenly eting her gaze, he couldn’t help himself, lowering his head and lifting her body up.
"Hmm hum..." Ye Ning murmured, as her body was ’unprofessionally’ kneaded, her breathing felt stirred up, looking dreamy as if inviting one to kiss and ravage.
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