Feng Sinan felt two small hands rubbing his temples. The technique was very good, and the headache he had just now immediately eased a little.
He simply rested his head on the back of the sofa, closed his eyes, and enjoyed her attentive service.
“Hubby, do you want me to massage your shoulders?”Su Xiaoying asked.
Feng Sinan felt the two small white hands moving down, landing on his straight shoulders, and began to pinch.
He slowly opened his eyes, a pair of deep narrow eyes overflowing with a trace of playfulness, she was so impatient?
There were plenty of women to squeeze his shoulders, and when they did, they would touch his chest and burrow into his clothes.
At this time Aunt Wu came out, with a hangover soup in her hand, “Sir, drink it while it’s hot, sober up and be more comfortable.”
Feng Sinan took the sobering soup and began to drink it.
Yippie-yippie-yippie
Little Nim’s talking.
