Qi Yuran carried Shen Zhiyi and gently placed her on the bed in the master bedroom on the second floor.
"Do you have any essential oils, sister?"
"Hmm." Shen Zhiyi opened the bedside table drawer 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 doctor.
Shen Zhiyi had no doubts about the other party.
She rolled over onto her stomach on the bed and lifted a small section of her shirt at the lower back.
When Qi Yuran came out, what he saw was a slender, fair waist bathed in sunlight.
The skirt, covering the entire view, also accentuated the curves of the body, making them even more enchanting.
His eyes dimmed for a moment.
He walked to the bedside, took the essential oil from the bedside table, took off his shoes, got into bed, and knelt down beside her.
The bed sank.
Shen Zhiyi suddenly felt a little nervous.
She turned her head and saw him pour essential oil into his palm and rub his hands together to warm them up.
His expression was serious and solemn.
She turned back and buried her face in the pillow.
It's just a back massage...
Shen Zhiyi, don't overthink it...
A large, hot, rough hand covered her soft waist, and Shen Zhiyi couldn't help but tremble slightly.
The pressure from my fingertips and palms felt like an electric current, slowly traveling upwards from my tailbone.
Pause briefly at each dent.
He massaged a certain spot on her lower back, and Shen Zhiyi suddenly groaned and arched forward.
"Does it hurt?" Qi Yuran paused.
Shen Zhiyi blushed and shook her head.
"It's a little... a little itchy..."
Qi Yuran gripped her waist, his eyes dark and deep. "Then I'll press harder."
“Hmm…” Shen Zhiyi responded in a muffled voice.
He did indeed increase the force.
Slowly and deeply touch those uncomfortable places.
Those sore joints and soft muscles really felt relieved and lightened under his massage.
The fragrance of orange blossoms gradually spread, making the surrounding air rich and fragrant.
Shen Zhiyi involuntarily closed her eyes.
He hummed softly, enjoying himself.
She was completely captivated.
She hadn't expected Qi Yuran to actually know how to give massages.
The technique was quite professional.
Shen Zhiyi completely dispelled the romantic thoughts that had been swirling in her mind.
But they didn't know.
My shirt was being pushed higher and higher.
The massage rhythm is getting slower and slower...
The gazes fixed on her grew increasingly intense...
Qi Yuran had already knelt down on either side of her, trapping her in the middle.
His thumb began to consciously draw circles around her lower back.
As he pushed the essential oil upwards, his leaning chest drew ever closer to hers...
It wasn't until the silver chain around his neck drooped down and brushed against 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 pinned down by him and she couldn't move an inch.
His hands also held his upper body, from the waist up.
It seemed that 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 pressed against her neck.
"Sister... lie down properly." He whispered hoarsely in her ear.
This statement is like a signal.
From this point onward.
All the movements were completely changed.
He lifted the hem of her skirt with one hand, revealing a patch of delicate, snow-white skin.
Those rough, large hands brazenly and slowly wandered over the places where the scent of orange blossoms had not yet reached.
"Qi Yuran!"
Shen Zhiyi was startled by his actions.
"What did you call me for, sister?" he asked in a low voice, with a mischievous smile. "Is it to praise me, to ask me for something, or...?"
"Completely satisfy me?"
His voice was low and seductive.
Shen Zhiyi's earlobes were so red they looked like they could bleed. She tried to struggle, but he held her down even harder.
"Don't move."
His burning chest pressed completely against hers.
His rapid breathing sprayed onto her shoulder.
"If you keep twisting and turning like that, I really..."
He suddenly took her nape into his mouth, his teeth gently nibbling at her sensitive skin, yet he still sighed cruelly, "Really... I can't help it."
Even the movements of his fingertips became ambiguous.
Shen Zhiyi's sobs trembled.
With the slightest movement, one could clearly feel the hardness of the person behind them pressing against the point where the skirt shifted.
"Sister, is it okay?"
He closed his eyes impatiently, bit her earlobe, and asked her in a deep breath.
Qi Yuran was captivated by her fragrance.
It was a gardenia scent that was even sweeter and more alluring than orange blossom essential oil.
Just one whiff of it makes your blood rush uncontrollably.
My whole body is filled with delusions and desires, all clamoring for an outlet.
He wanted to keep all her flavors to himself.
He then enveloped her with his own breath, swirling around her, making her completely and utterly his alone...
His desire to possess her grew stronger and stronger.
Shen Zhiyi could feel his burning, pounding heart.
Close your eyes.
She finally nodded, her face flushed.
"You, you be gentle..."
"I'm afraid my back will start hurting again later..."
Her permission was like a gentle rain.
Qi Yuran felt every pore on his body touched by the joyful raindrops, and he kissed her fiercely.
"Don't worry, sister."
"Wait a minute, I'll do it."
"Sister can just lie down."
He impatiently took off his shirt.
He leaned down, turned her head, and kissed the lips he had longed for.
After a sticky and passionate kiss.
Qi Yuran parted her slightly, his breath hot and lingering as he traced her lips, his fingertips untangling the obstructing fabric, and asked her, "Sister, do you want to lie like this, or roll over and hug me?"
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