Because it was still early before the fireworks conference began, they finished their dinner outside and went back to the hotel to rest.

As soon as he returned to the hotel, Jian Qing took off her shoes and fell on the bed, "I'm so tired."

"Do you want me to give you a massage?" Lu Huaiyu put her bag and bag together and slowly raised her cuffs.

"Yes!" Jian Qing did not forget that Lu Huaiyu massaged her comfortably before.

She buried her face in the quilt, stretched her limbs, and lay down very well, without notice that he silently pulled the curtains.

I felt Lu Huaiyu's hands kneading her shoulders from light to heavy, but this massage didn't take long and quickly scratched it down.

Her fingertips flew past her butterfly bones, and through the fabric of her clothes, it made people itchy and numb, and then it got lower and lower.

"..." Jian Qing quickly realized something was wrong, turned around, blushed and glared at him, "Didn't you say massage?"

Lu Huaiyu reached out and pressed her on her shoulder, pressed her back to the bed, and asked in a pretentious manner: "Don't you like massage here?" His finger movement continued.

Jian Qing endured the trembling that could overflow from her lips and teeth at any time. For some reason, she couldn't speak.

"I like it, or don't?" he asked slowly, "I can't say it? Then can I teach you in Japanese?"

“…”

The man's low and dull voice came from his ears, one by one.

"I like it, it's good."

"I don't like it, it's a desire."

"..." Jian Qing turned her head and met his dark eyes, bit her lip, and finally said awkwardly, "I don't like it."

His fingers moved in, as if he was deliberately punishing her, "No, say it in the Japanese I taught you."

“…”

Jian Qing's brain was instantly congested and could no longer bear the trembling feeling, so he could only compromise.

a long time.

Learning the Japanese he taught, he said softly, "Desire しい..."

"..." Lu Huaiyu stared at her blood-red face, pulled the corner of her mouth lightly, dragged the lazy tail sound "Oh" and suddenly realized, "So that's what you mean."

The movement stopped.

Jian Qing didn't breathe in a breath. Before she could react, Lu Huaiyu leaned over and pressed over. Her mouth was covered, her wrist was locked and pressed on the head of the bed, and then the bed sheet was messed up with moist water stains.

At some point, fireworks bloomed outside the window and resounded throughout the sky.
Chapter completed!