Qi Yuran held Shen Zhiyi and gently placed her on the bed in the master bedroom on the second floor.
"Does sister have any essential oils?"
"Yeah." Shen Zhiyi opened the drawer of the bedside table and took out a bottle of orange blossom essential oil.
"I'm going to wash my hands. Sister, lie down and lift up your clothes."
He really looked like a professional bone-setting master.
Shen Zhiyi had no doubts about it.
He turned over and lay on the bed, lifting a small section of the hem at the back of his waist.
When Qi Yuran came out, all he saw was a fair and soft waist bathed in the sun.
The hem of the skirt on the lower body covers all the scenery, but also makes the ups and downs more graceful.
His eyes dimmed for a moment.
He walked to the bed, took the essential oil from the bedside table, took off his shoes, got on the bed, and knelt beside her.
The bed sagged.
Shen Zhiyi suddenly became nervous.
She turned her head and saw him pouring essential oil into his palms and rubbing his hands together to warm them.
His expression was serious and solemn.
She turned her head back and buried her face in the pillow.
Just press your waist...
Shen Zhiyi, don't think too much...
The hot and rough palm covered her soft waist, and Shen Zhiyi couldn't help but tremble.
The fingertips and palms exerted pressure, which seemed to carry an electric current and slowly flow upwards from the tailbone.
Pause at each indentation.
He massaged a certain spot on his lower back, and Shen Zhiyi suddenly groaned and arched forward.
"Does it hurt?" Qi Yuran paused.
Shen Zhiyi blushed and shook his head.
"It's a little itchy..."
Qi Yuran held her waist, his eyes dark, "Then I'll be a little harder."
“Hmm…” Shen Zhiyi responded in a muffled voice.
He said with all his strength.
Touch those uncomfortable places slowly and deeply.
Those sore joints and soft flesh really became soothed and light under his massage.
The fragrance of orange blossoms gradually dissipated, making the air around them fragrant.
Shen Zhiyi closed his eyes involuntarily.
Humming with enjoyment.
She was completely intoxicated.
She didn't expect Qi Yuran really knew how to massage.
The technique is very professional.
Shen Zhiyi completely dispelled the charming thoughts rolling through his mind.
But I don’t know.
My shirt has been pushed higher and higher.
The massage rhythm is getting slower and slower...
The sight that stayed on her became increasingly heated...
Qi Yuran had already knelt on both sides of her without her knowing when, trapping her in the middle.
His thumb began to consciously draw circles on the small of her waist.
As he pushed the essential oil upwards, his chest moved closer and closer to her...
It wasn't until the silver chain around his neck fell and brushed across the back of her neck like a feather that Shen Zhiyi shuddered and came back to her senses.
She twisted her body.
But she found that her lower body was completely clamped under him and she couldn't move at all.
He also held the body above the waist in his hands.
It seemed as if in the next second, he could have whatever he wanted.
"Qi Yuran?"
Shen Zhiyi turned her head with a slight blush, only to be met with his hot breath against her neck.
"Sister... lie down nicely." He said in a hoarse voice in her ear.
This was like a signal.
From now on.
All the actions changed completely.
He lifted the hem of her skirt with one hand, revealing a delicate snow-white color.
Those rough, large hands moved slowly and brazenly, following the scent of orange blossoms until it reached the destination.
"Qi Yuran!"
Shen Zhiyi was shocked by his actions.
"Sister, what do you want me to do?" He said in a low voice, but with a mischievous smile, "Do you want to praise me, beg me, or..."
"Completely satisfy me?"
His voice was low and hoarse with temptation.
Shen Zhiyi's earlobes were red enough to drip blood. She wanted to struggle, but he held her down even harder.
"Don't move."
His hot chest pressed completely against hers.
His rapid breathing sprayed on her shoulders.
"If you keep twisting and turning like this, I'll..."
He suddenly took hold of the back of her neck, his teeth gently nibbling over the sensitive skin. He sighed venomously, "I really can't help it."
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