Luo Yichen gently sat down on the edge of the bed, then pulled it casually, and the silk pajamas that was hanging on his body slid down his shoulders with his lightly twirling fingers, and in the end it was like a feather It fell silently to the floor.
"Luo Yichen! Why are you undressing when you have nothing to do!" Su Rourou suddenly covered her eyes, but the gap between her fingers gradually opened unconsciously, and a pair of dark eyes penetrated through the gap, secretly drawing Looking at Luo Yichen's perfect body curve.
Luo Yichen took it for granted, without the slightest bit of embarrassment, as if the person without clothes was her, not him.
"Have you ever seen, who puts on clothes during the massage?" He lay down slowly while talking, turned over on the bed, "What are you doing in a daze, come here quickly."
In fact, Su Rourou has been peeking at him through the gaps between her fingers. Her gaze goes from his sexy collarbone to his strong chest muscles, and then along his strong chest muscles to his tight little fu, and finally... falls on the tight one. On tight black shorts.
God! She felt that her face suddenly burned, burning hot, and even her breathing became short of breath.
On such a night when no one was around, he was lying on her bed dressed like this, and even told her to come over quickly, how impure was this picture.
"Hurry up!" Luo Yichen rested his chin on his arm, turned his head slightly and shouted at her again.
"Oh, here we come." Su Rourou came back to her senses, and tremblingly walked towards her little pink bed.
She sat down beside Luo Yichen at an extremely slow speed, her little heart beating violently. Under the candlelight, the lines on his back looked so tense, and the skin on his back looked so smooth, like a freshly boiled egg, she couldn't help but want to touch it.
For some reason, the candlelight and beauty made her unable to restrain herself from lusting again. She always felt that it seemed that she should bring that candle over and drip something liquid on this white and tender beauty...
Or, she should hold a leather whip in her hand and whip it on this beautiful back a few times, leaving some traces of love that belong only to her...
Luo Yichen's cold voice interrupted her yy: "Why are you sitting there by yourself and giggling?"
Su Rourou quickly shook her head: "No... nothing!"
If Luo Yichen found out about the picture she just imagined, she would be dead! Maybe she will be the one who gets dripped and whipped in the end!
She quickly regained her smile, clenched her small hands into the shape of fists, and began to beat along the curve of that beautiful back one after another.
Luo Yichen gently closed his eyes, enjoying her rare attentive service, the corners of his mouth always maintained an upward curve.
The room suddenly fell silent, only the faint breathing of the two of them and...the sound of their heartbeats.
Su Rourou actually didn't know massage at all, she just imagined Luo Yichen as a big meatloaf, imagined her hands as two small hammers, beating on it randomly.
Luo Yichen's pretty brows frowned slightly: Fortunately, this idiot doesn't have much strength, otherwise he would be injured internally...
After a while, he groaned vaguely from his throat: "Idiot, can you... can you change the technique? Massage... should be mainly based on pressing?"