Chapter 147: Sang. Technician. Makino
Seeing this person again and hearing her voice again, Shen Xingli finally couldn't hold back the emotions that had been suppressed in her heart for several days.
Tears mixed with rain slid down her cheeks.
Her lips were shaking constantly, perhaps because they were frozen or because she was sad.
My throat was so sore that I couldn't utter a word.
Seeing her like this, Sang Muye felt heartbroken.
His cold lips placed a gentle kiss on her forehead, and a low, sorrowful sound escaped from his throat.
"Baby, it's my fault for making you worry. You can punish me however you want when we get home."
Shen Xingli stared at him with her scarlet eyes.
He bit his trembling lips hard with his teeth.
I don’t know how much time passed before he spoke in a trembling voice.
"Sang Muye, do you know that I'm very worried about you? Last Chinese New Year, you disappeared, and this time you disappeared with me again, making me worried. Are you very happy?"
"I'm sorry, baby. I was wrong. I won't do it again. You can hit me or scold me, as long as you can vent your anger."
Shen Xingli punched his chest hard, her voice choking as she said, "In order to give you a surprise, I started preparing several days in advance. I even burned my hands while making the cake for you.
I am waiting for you to come home with great joy so that I can celebrate our first birthday together.
But I can't contact you no matter what. How busy are you that you don't even have time to reply to my message?
Do you know how worried I am about you?"
The more Shen Xingli spoke, the more aggrieved he felt.
The more I talk about it, the sadder I feel.
She knew clearly that Sang Muye had something to hide and that something must have happened to him.
But her heart really hurts.
That kind of pain is worse than a needle prick.
Seeing her so sad, Sang Muye's eyes turned red.
The big hand gently stroked the tears on Shen Xingli's face.
The four-pointed star tattoo on the back of his hand was covered with raindrops, which reflected colorful light under the street lights.
Like the shining stars in the sky.
The umbrella in Sang Muye's hand completely covered Shen Xingli's head.
His body and face were all wet from the rain.
Drops of water flow down the smooth jawline.
He leaned down slowly.
The cold fingertips gently stroked Shen Xingli's trembling lips.
The voice was low and filled with unconcealable desire.
"Baby, let me comfort you first, and then I'll punish you when we get back, okay?"
He didn't say how to comfort her specifically, but his actions told Shen Xingli very directly that he wanted to kiss her.
Before she could react, Sang Muye took her trembling lips into his mouth.
It soon took all her breath away.
The cold big hands tightly clasped Shen Xingli's wet hair.
The black umbrella not only blocks the drizzle from the sky, but also conceals the ambiguous atmosphere between the two people.
Shen Xingli was still struggling at first, but she soon fell in love with Sang Muye's lingering and gentle kiss.
She couldn't help but hug his neck and let out a low call.
"Sang Muye."
Sang Muye kissed her lips and responded hoarsely, "Baby, I'm here."
"Don't disappear again, okay?"
"good."
"I'm worried about you."
"I know, baby, I was wrong, I sincerely apologize to you."
His way of apologizing was unique.
It was on this rainy night, under the dim street lights, that he kissed the little girl in his arms over and over again.
He kissed away the tears and rain from her face.
I don’t know how long it took before this passionate kiss in the rain ended.
Sang Muye stared at Shen Xingli with his deep black eyes, and his nose rubbed her cheek lightly.
"Baby, let's go back to the hotel first, okay?"
Shen Xingli looked at him with red eyes and a soft voice.
"I think I twisted my ankle."
Sang Muye immediately lowered his head to check and gently pinched her ankle.
She asked softly, "Does this hurt?"
Shen Xingli shook his head: "It doesn't hurt."
"How about this?"
"This hurts a little."
"I think your bones are not injured. I'll rub them for you with safflower oil when I get home."
Shen Xingli said lightly, and looked at Sang Muye with wet eyes.
"But I can't walk."
When Sang Muye saw her acting coquettishly with him, a hint of joy appeared between his brows.
"So, Mrs. Sang wants me to hold her?"
Shen Xingli nodded gently: "Isn't it possible?"
Sang Muye lowered his head and kissed her eyes, then said with a smile, "Whatever Mrs. Sang wants, I'll never tire of it."
After saying that, he stuffed the umbrella into Shen Xingli's hand, bent down and picked her up.
On a romantic rainy night, under the neon lights, I was held in the arms of my beloved man, walking among the bustling crowd.
This feeling is amazing.
It was so strange that Shen Xingli was looking at Sang Muye the whole time.
Her fingertips were still scratching his Adam's apple dishonestly.
Sang Muye lowered his eyes and looked at the restless little girl in his arms.
His voice was low and hoarse: "Baby, you flirted with me openly on the street, don't you want to live?"
Shen Xingli's lips curled up: "Didn't you say that I can punish you in any way I want? This is the best punishment for you."
Sang Muye's Adam's apple couldn't help but roll a few times.
His little rice cake knows him very well.
This feeling of wanting something but not being able to get it is even more unbearable than killing him.
His voice also became a little hoarse.
"Baby, I can actually kneel down and apologize to you."
Shen Xingli curled her lips slightly and said, "I won't fall for your trick. Do you think I don't know how you got down to your knees?"
Sang Muye smiled and said, "When did my Li Li become smart?"
"To fight an old pervert like you requires a battle of wits and courage. I'll fall into your trap if I'm not careful. Don't you think I know that?"
Sang Muye frowned and looked at her: "Are you complaining about my age? It seems that after not seeing you for a few days, you have forgotten your husband's abilities. I will show you again when I get back."
Shen Xingli: Has she fallen into his trap again?
Sure enough, after returning to the hotel, Shen Xingli took a shower and Sang Muye rubbed her ankles with safflower oil.
Then he leaned over to her ear and asked, "Mrs. Sang, is this massage strength okay?"
Shen Xingli was lying on the bed, scrolling through his phone as he said, "Not bad. I'll give you a little more tip later."
"Okay, then I'll give you a full body massage."
After saying that, his big hand moved up along the ankle little by little.
By the time Shen Xingli discovered it, it was too late.
The Sang massage technique has begun.
Technician Sang has very good skills and massaged Shen Xingli inside and out.
She was so comfortable that she kept making low sounds in her throat.
During the massage, Technician Sang always asked questions in a very friendly manner.
"Mrs. Sang, is this strength okay?"
Shen Xingli couldn't help but snorted: "Be gentle."
Technician Sang smiled and said, "If you do it too gently, it won't have any massage effect. How about I try another massage method that's more gentle?"
Sang's massage technique is indeed very strong.
It was so strong that Shen Xingli's voice became hoarse.
The rain was still falling outside, and the massage service in the room was still going on.
Until very late...
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