He changed the subject
"Give me a massage for a while"
Chu Wuyang was stunned for a moment, and it took him a instant to realize what he had just said.
But the tone of the massage was tinged with something inappropriate, and she really didn't want to...
But Jing Min, looking every bit the gentleman, was already half-reclining with his eyes half-closed, preparing.
She felt a faint pang of guilt, a sense of petty-mindedness, but quickly dismissed it.
Perhaps she was already satisfied with Yunyang. To be honest, she was somewhat resistant, and the kiss just now was an accident.
She didn't react or move for a while. Jing Min slightly opened his eyes, raised an eyebrow, and said in a half-threatening tone.
"If you don't want this one, then we can try something else?"
Chu Wuyang immediately leaned over and pressed his head down, as if afraid he would change his mind.
"This is it, don't touch it."
It seemed like they were resisting; the massage pressure felt more like tickling.
After pressing it only twice, Jingmin felt as if a fire was burning inside his body.
My body temperature rose rapidly, the itching spread quickly, and every inch of my skin became increasingly uncomfortable.
A hot, scalding hand gripped Chu Wuyang's wrist, causing her to involuntarily shrink back.
Jing Min sensed her intention to retreat, paused for a moment, then moved his hand down her wrist to her palm, and stroked her hand.
Then he gently rubbed and pinched her fingers, as if trying to make her feel the same way. Isn't it said that the ten fingers are connected to the heart?
Chu Wuyang kept shrinking back, afraid to make any sudden movements lest he change his mind and actually force himself on him. He wasn't without precedent for this; he was truly unreliable.
Then he silently rubbed his fingers together for a moment, glanced at Chu Wuyang with a slight sideways glance, his eyes still clear, even somewhat bored.
He suddenly felt incredibly pathetic. She could get aroused with just a casual flirtation, while he, despite his deliberate and unintentional attempts, remained unmoved.
Alright, it's getting late.
But the point was to subtly convey her meaning, to prevent her from constantly making small moves right under my nose.
Neither the subtle hints about visiting the private island cabin nor the overt act of locking people up could deter her in the slightest.
But regardless, what needs to be mentioned should still be mentioned.
He frowned and touched her fingers.
Where's your ring?
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