Song Ci also entered the bathtub, and the hot water wrapped around their bodies, which was so comfortable. After the bath, Song Ci gave Song Fei a full body massage with essential oils.
Song Fei was lying on the bed wearing a thin bathrobe, with her long hair tied into a bun.
"Are you a little nervous?" Song Ci was also very excited the night before her wedding.
Song Fei nodded.
Song Ci stripped off Song Fei's pajamas and was about to drip essential oil on her beautiful back when she noticed whip marks on Song Fei's buttocks.
Song Ci was stunned.
Song Fei had a ruthless personality. If someone bullied her, she would definitely bully them back even harder. The only person who could leave such a whip mark on Song Fei's buttocks was Yan Jiang.
Song Ci was a little surprised. Yan Jiang was actually a violent person?
"Song Fei." Song Ci pressed the whip marks on Song Fei.
Song Fei's expression was slightly stiff. She had forgotten that the marks on her body had not disappeared yet.
Song Ci asked, "Did Yan Jiang make it?"
Song Fei decided to confess her secret to Song Ci, "It's me, I'm a masochist, and I asked Yan Jiang to do this."
"How could you..." How could Song Fei be a masochist?
Song Fei is obviously a person with a strong personality.
"Does it feel like your character is collapsing?"
Song Ci admitted, "Yes, I can accept it if you say you are an S." But she turned out to be a masochist, which was unexpected!
"When did you find out?"
Song Fei said, "I can't remember exactly, but when I was about thirteen, I got into a fight and got hurt. After I got home, I discovered that I liked the pain of the wound."
A masochist isn't a pervert, so Song Ci wouldn't look at Song Fei with strange eyes. Furthermore, Song Fei had been called a freak since she was a child, so Song Ci could accept all of Song Fei's shortcomings.
"What does Ajiang think about this?" Song Ci cared more about Yan Jiang's opinion.
Song Fei buried her cheek in her arms and said in a muffled voice, "He's fine. He's learning to be an excellent S."
"It really is true love."
After Song Ci finished giving Song Fei a full body massage, she also felt weak and powerless. After Song Fei went back to her room to rest, Song Ci went to find Han Zhan in the office with essential oils.
Han Zhan will be giving a speech at Wangdong Business College in a few days, and he is currently writing his speech.
Han Zhan was surprised to see Song Ci walk in wearing only a thin bathrobe, holding a small storage basket full of bottles and jars.
"Cibao, what's wrong?"
Song Ci rarely disturbed Han Zhan when she was working.
Song Ci said, "Give me a massage, a full body massage with essential oils."
Hearing this, Han Zhan closed his documents and computer. He sat back on his roller skates and looked at the Song porcelain from a distance.
Song Ci's face flushed red, and she was obviously a little embarrassed.
Han Zhan pointed to the three-seater leather sofa in the office and said, "Lie down on it."
Song Ci lay down obediently and took the initiative to pull the bathrobe down to her shoulders. Her shoulders were straight and round, and lying there like this, she was particularly attractive.
Han Zhan took off his gloves, washed his hands, walked over and poured essential oil on Song Ci's shoulders. He first spread the essential oil and massaged her.
Han Zhan's strength was so great that when his fingers kneaded Song Ci's bones, Song Ci couldn't help but howl. It wasn't a cry of lust, but a wolf's howl of pain.
"Don't scream, this is what a real massage is like." Han Zhan told Song Ci: "I can also correct bones, do you want to try it?"
Song Ci, who originally just wanted to seduce Han Zhan to commit a crime, was not only given a full body massage by Han Zhan, but also had her bones straightened.
Han Zhan really knew how to adjust bones. He held Song Ci's chin with one hand and pressed the back of Song Ci's neck with the other hand. He twisted it slightly, and Song Ci heard a sound of bones cracking.
Song Ci was frightened by the sound of his own bones.
After the bone correction, Song Ci felt sore all over, as if he had been beaten with a mace. He lay on the leather sofa like a dead body, with no desire to live.
Han Zhan screwed on the caps of the essential oils and put them into the storage basket.
Looking down at Song Ci humming, Han Zhan asked her with a smile: "Didn't you ask me to give you a massage? My massage technique is very comfortable. What is your reaction now?"
"Han Zhan, I'm looking for you for a late-night massage, not a blind massage."
"Oh?" Han Zhan leaned over and hugged Song Ci's waist. He bit Song Ci's neck. "It's okay. The night is still long. We can continue the massage."
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The next day, before dawn, around five o'clock, the makeup artist and stylist came to the manor to create a veil look for Song Fei.
Song Ci had a massage with Han Zhan until late last night and couldn't get up in the morning.
But she gritted her teeth and got up.
Song Fei is afraid of the cold, so when she went out, she did not choose a mainstream wedding dress, but instead chose a warm white knitted sweater dress.
This was the first time the stylist encountered someone wearing a sweater dress when going out, and she wanted to persuade Song Fei to agree to wear a wedding dress, but Song Fei had her own personality and she thought it was fine this way.
Song Fei is afraid of the cold and always wears fleece trousers in winter. If she were asked to wear that kind of gauze wedding dress early in the morning, wouldn't she freeze to death?
The designer felt helpless, but did not insist any further.
Song Fei's knitted skirt was long to her calf and had a fishtail hem, which was quite pretty. The stylist styled Song Fei's hair into curls and tied it into a low ponytail.
Considering that her overall look is very low-key, she was given a bean paste red lipstick, which makes her look gentle and charming.
Song Ci put a light white gauze on Song Fei. She looked at the beautiful Song Fei and couldn't help but hug her shoulders. "Song Fei, you look really beautiful today."
Song Fei held Song Ci's hand. She looked at the two sisters in the mirror and said sincerely, "Song Ci, thank you for always being here."
Mom and Dad are gone, thank you for always staying with me.
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