Movie/TV: How could my sister be Qiao Jingjing?

He maintained a serious demeanor on the surface: "Where should we get a massage?"

"Let's go to my room!"

Sang Zhi pursed her lips and nodded, her eyes sparkling.

Ever since that day when the two kissed and touched each other, Sang Zhi had already decided in her heart that they were in a relationship.

I don't know what's wrong with this guy.

He just won't confess his feelings, it's infuriating!

"Let's go then."

As Qiao Yu spoke, he gestured for her to lead the way.

At that moment, a soft little hand was placed in his palm.

The girl in the nightgown pulled him towards her home.

Snapped!

The door is closed.

Lead the wolf into the room!

Qiao Yu squeezed the little hand with satisfaction; it was so soft and smooth.

At this moment, the two reached a perfect understanding.

Likes and dislikes, willingness and unwillingness.

It all happened in a single, small gesture.

Without hesitation, without agonizing.

After passing through the cozy living room, we arrived at Sang Zhi's boudoir.

The room is filled with all sorts of plush toys and teddy bear pillows, and the overall color scheme is pink.

Sunlight streamed through the glass into the room, adding a touch of beauty.

Sang Zhi gracefully folded her skirt, then carefully sat on the edge of the bed, hugging her knees.

Her slender calves were so white they seemed to reflect light in the sunlight.

She pretended to be calm, gazing out the window without saying a word.

A hint of expectation lingered in his eyes.

Qiao Yu understood and smiled, "Madam, the massage is about to begin."

Under the sunlight, Sang Zhi's face immediately turned red.

Her fingers gripped her skirt tightly.

My earlier courage has vanished.

Then I felt my white socks being grabbed.

"Ah~"

Sang Zhi gasped softly, bracing herself against the edge of the bed with both hands, "Slippers..."

After saying that, she bit her lower lip tightly.

Her face looked as if it had been painted with a layer of red rouge.

"Let's begin."

Qiao Yu said with a smile.

Sang Zhi turned her head to look to one side, as if there was a beautiful view over there.

She simply said "Mm".

Qiao Yu knew she was embarrassed, so he didn't tease her.

To avoid increasing psychological burden.

He had never actually done this job before; it was all based on his own experiences from his previous life, which he was simply applying now.

He would never touch an ordinary person.

But Sang Zhi is very good.

Hmm... there's Qiao Jingjing, Mo Xiangwan, and now there's Su Jinbei too.

"It doesn't smell bad."

Sang Zhi's nervous expression also revealed a hint of pride.

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64 Sang Zhi: This is a proper massage; eat Sang Zhi

Looking at Qiao Yu in front of her, Sang Zhi gradually relaxed from her initial shyness.

She stared intently at Qiao Yu, who was looking at her intently.

The person in front of me was familiar, yet it felt as if I were meeting him all over again.

He's a bit bad, but not that bad.

There's always a limit to how much you can do.

It always makes my heart race, yet it also makes me feel at ease.

There's no need to worry about anything particularly outrageous happening.

She became completely absorbed in watching it.

The sensation on her toes made her blush even more.

My whole body felt tingly and numb, like spring had arrived.

Qiao Yu observed Sang Zhi's micro-expressions, "Are you feeling any better?"

"Hmm, much better... much better!"

Sang Zhi said, biting her lip.

Her hands gripped the sheets tightly, as if she were enduring something.

Qiao Yu pretended not to notice her reaction.

Her hands, which had been stroking her toes, moved slightly upwards. "Are your calves sore too? Let me massage them for you."

"No... no need..."

Sang Zhi hadn't even uttered her refusal yet.

The flesh on my calves was pinched.

Sang Zhi shuddered and had no choice but to bite her lip and endure it again.

Qiao Yu seemed to have discovered some fun toys.

Pinch it left and right, just like playing with clay.

But his greed meant he would not be satisfied.

Russian qing.

"Zhizhi, is your back a little sore? Why don't you lie down and I'll massage your back for you?"

"Ugh?"

Sang Zhi's face was flushed and dizzy. "What do you want to do?"

She was a little confused.

Before she could react, she was forced to lie face down.

Immediately afterwards, a pair of hands tightly encircled her waist.

"Wait...no...no..."

"It's okay, it's okay, this is a proper massage!"

Qiao Yu gently stopped her from speaking.

"Ah~"

Sang Zhi blushed, wanting to struggle but afraid that her shameful secret would be discovered.

At this moment, they dared not move an inch.

Qiao Yu patiently persuaded, "Don't worry, I'll just massage your back, I won't do anything else..."

"No...don't press anywhere else!"

"Of course!"

As Qiao Yu spoke, he reached out and ran his hand over the tight mound.

Sang Zhi shuddered, her legs instinctively tensing, "You..."

"Oops, oops..."

Qiao Yu looked apologetic and began to massage Xiaosao's waist properly.

"Hmm~"

Sang Zhi made some soft, humming sounds.

She was a little embarrassed.

But I also felt a strange, indescribable joy.

But she didn't notice that the breathing around her was getting heavier and heavier.

Qiao Yu gazed at the scenery before him.

Sometimes, the scenery behind you can appear as mountains from one angle and hills from another.