Chapter 73 Don’t you just like to play with me? Shang Youqing, let you play enough
Throughout the entire massage process, He Cong was patient and meticulous, and the sound was so quiet that it could be ignored.
When Shang You woke up, he saw He Cong lowering his head and massaging his wrist with hot compress.
Her slightly opened eyes were half-closed, and she looked a little sleepy. She looked at He Cong's lowered head without saying a word.
Maybe he slept too comfortably, his brain hadn't fully reacted yet, and he subconsciously reached out his other hand.
The slender, white and slightly cool knuckles gently lifted his chin, causing him to look up.
He Cong paused, lowered his eyes, and looked at Shang Youqing along the fingers that fell under her face. "Awake?"
Shang Youqing looked at him, his voice slightly hoarse, "He Cong, you... you can't drive him away no matter how hard you try."
He Cong waited for quite some time for her to say something sour, his eyes darkening again. "Are you disappointed?"
Shang Youqing's fingertips tickled his jaw, and his voice was soft and low, "You are very angry."
He Cong grabbed her slender hand, applied medicine to it, and massaged and applied hot compress.
Shang Youqing was unexpectedly cooperative and let him play with his hands.
After he put away the medicine bag, Shang Youqing consciously withdrew his hand, and the gaze that was staring at his face also retracted. He unbuckled his seat belt and was about to say goodbye and get out of the car.
He Cong suddenly opened a bottle of water for her and said, "Drink some more water. Your lips look a little dry."
Shang Youqing didn't suspect anything and reached out to take it. However, He Cong didn't know whether it was intentional or his hand really didn't hold it firmly. Before her hand could take the bottle of water, the bottle tilted and the water spilled onto the hem of He Cong's shirt.
"careful--"
Although Shang Youqing immediately held the bottle firmly to prevent it from tilting further, and took out a few pieces of paper from the paper box beside him to wipe him, He Cong's clothes were still wet, leaving a large wet mark.
Shang Youqing was hesitating whether to let He Cong go home and change his clothes, but before she could say anything, He Cong straightened his wet clothes slightly, raised his eyes and asked her politely like a gentleman.
"Can I come in and sit for a while? I'll just dry my clothes and leave."
Shang Youqing met his dark eyes, as if he was bewitched. When he reacted, the man had already gotten out of the car and brought He Cong into the building area inside the botanical garden.
She remained calm on the surface and comforted herself in her heart. After all, her shirt got wet because he brought her some water. She was just asking him to go in and dry the clothes. It was a reasonable request and there was no need for her to be so cruel.
Shang Youqing thought so and invited the person into the house with peace of mind.
Leading him to the bathroom door, he pointed to the hair dryer hanging on the left wall and said, "Can you try drying your hair with the hair dryer?"
As he spoke, seeing that He Cong was still standing there motionless, Shang Youqing took the hair dryer and handed it to him.
At this moment, He Cong's gaze had just returned from Shang Youqing's washbasin without a trace. After confirming that Shang Youqing was the only one living here, his expression softened a little.
Seeing Shang Youqing handing him a hair dryer, He Cong didn't take it immediately. He lowered his eyes and looked at her calmly and said, "It's inconvenient for me to blow dry it myself. Can't you help me?"
Shang Youqing moved his lips, but then thought of the scene where he applied medicine and massaged her in the car, so he swallowed his words, asked him to stand still with a serious face, and then turned on the hair dryer.
She originally wanted to pull out the hem of He Cong's shirt to make it easier to dry, but after pulling it several times, the hem still did not move at all, and was fixed very straight under his lean and strong waist.
Shang Youqing frowned, and before he could react to what was happening, his hand that was tugging at the hem of his shirt was grasped by He Cong's hand.
He guided her hand and reached into the side of her tightened waist.
“…What are you doing—”
Before Shang Youqing finished speaking, his firm and warm hand touched his strong and muscular thigh.
Before he could retract his hand, he touched the elastic band under the hem of his shirt and the metal buckle connecting it to the other part of the band.
That seems to be...
Shirt clip.
No wonder I couldn't pull his shirt out even after trying for so long...
Shang Youqing's slender fingers passed through the leather strap and she deliberately flicked his thigh. At the same time, she glanced up at him, her eyes speaking clearly: "You're still wearing a shirt clip?"
He Cong pursed his lips for a moment and said in a low voice: "Is it not possible?"
Shang Youqing's eyes moved from his neatly-fitting shirt and tie to his upper body, and then slowly moved downwards.
She caught a glimpse of his obvious reaction and was about to withdraw her hand, but He Cong calmly grabbed her wrist, lowered his head slightly, his face flushed slightly, and stared at her with increasingly deep and seductive eyes, and spoke very directly.
"Didn't you say I'm a pervert?"
Shang Youqing: “…”
These were the flirting tactics used to tease him a long time ago. How could he still have the nerve to bring up the past?
However, even though Shang Youqing was complaining in his heart, he was indeed distracted by him and his thoughts were in a mess. He didn't even notice when He Cong turned off the hair dryer in his other hand and put it back on the sink.
Until his slender fingers grabbed her hand again and slowly placed it on his wet shirt that had not yet dried, stroking his well-defined abdominal muscles through the thin fabric, his eyes looking straight at her, clearly tempting her to fall down.
Shang Youqing forced himself to wake up a little, narrowed his eyes slightly, and tightened the hand that was still covering the lapels of his shirt to tighten the elastic band. "Did you deliberately dress like this to see me?"
He Cong's eyes seemed to be gradually covered with a thin layer of tears under her caress. His voice was low and restrained, "It's obvious that this kind of seduction is effective."
With a slight "click" sound of metal buckles colliding, Shang Youqing's fingertips unfastened the buckle, and the tight shirt broke free from the buckle, sticking somewhat messily to the superior and well-proportioned mermaid waistline.
Shang Youqing still didn't pull his hand away, seemingly still wanting more. He played with the bandage on his thigh, reluctant to let go like opening a present. He did it slowly and methodically, but at the same time, he glanced at him from the corner of his eye, approvingly saying, "You're quite good at dressing yourself."
As he spoke, He Cong picked her up and placed her on the washstand.
His large hands grasped her slender waist, and he gently lowered his head to the side of her fair and slender neck. He used his deep facial features to tease and arch her neck, opened his thin lips to hold her earlobe, and kissed her lightly for a while.
When Shang Youqing's fingers completely opened the gift, He Cong bit her shoulder.
A deep, hoarse voice emerged from his throat.
"Don't you just like to play with me, Shang Youqing? I'll let you play with me to your heart's content, okay?"
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