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With a "bang", the sound of the security door closing sounded outside the house. After Wu Caixia and Zhong Zhengjiang left, only Wang Bo and Zhong Jiahui were left in the small two-bedroom apartment.

The room suddenly became quiet, and Wang Bo and Zhong Jiahui didn't say anything. Wu Caixia and Zhong Zhengjiang and his wife left like this, which made the two young people who were already quite comfortable suddenly feel a little embarrassed.

The sun moved to another angle. A little sunlight shone into the room through the four-open window and happened to fall on Wang Bo, which immediately bathed in the warm sunshine of early spring.

Zhong Jiahui, who was sitting by the bed, saw Wang Bo being shined by the sun shining through the window, stood up and said, "The sun shines on you, I'll pull the curtains up."

Wang Bo waved his hand and said indifferently: "It's okay, Jiahui, the spring sun does not shine on people, it is warm and comfortable when shining on his body."

"Oh, then - it's up to you." Zhong Jiahui smiled and sat back to the bed.

Wang Bo glanced at Zhong Jiahui's desk. The last time the other party's single photo that made him stand under the peach blossoms was still placed on the desk. Wang Bo said, "Jiahui, do you have an album? Let me see it?"

"I... are not even good at the prestige." Zhong Jiahui said with some slight conscience.

"Where is not a photo? This one is very photo-oriented." Wang Bo picked up the photo frame that Zhong Jiahui placed on the desk, looked at him again, looked up at Zhong Jiahui and said, "Take it to me, I'm very curious about how you looked like when you were a child."

Zhong Jiahui bit her mouth and said with a red face: "Many photos are really not good at appearances. Don't laugh if you see them."

"I definitely don't laugh."

Zhong Jiahui then stood up, came to a bookshelf next to the cabinet, reached out to pick it up, pulled out a thick album of calendar size, handed it to Wang Bo, and said shyly: "Many photos are really ugly."

Wang Bo placed the album in front of the desk and looked through it one by one. The photos were quite complete, almost covering all the growth trajectories of Zhong Jiahui from baby to second year of high school. Most of them were single photos, and there were photos with his father or mother, as well as family photos. Every time he read one, Zhong Jiahui, who was standing next to him, explained to him a few words in a low voice, which one was taken at what age and under what circumstances, was as valuable as his family, and Wang Bo was envious of him. Because he had already

I can't remember how he looked when he was a child. His youngest photo was a half-body photo on his primary school diploma. His mother Zeng Fanyu once told him that when he was one year old, his mother asked the photographer who visited the village to leave a picture of him being held in his arms by his mother, but later he was lost by his biological father, which made his mother cry at that time. Now Wang Bo can only know his childhood appearance from the memories of his mother and uncles.

At first, Wang Bo's attention was always on the thick album in front of him, but not long after, his eyes couldn't help but glance at the girl who was close to Chi Chi, and landed on Zhong Jiahui's extremely distinct side face. On the snow-white neck - around the neck was a circle of white round-necked white shirts, and a black and red heart-collar sweater was covered with a black and red collar sweater. The light of the light continued to move downwards and then landed on the other party's chest bulging high, already quite large bulge. Occasionally, Wang Bo's light of the light would also cross the other party's shoulders and glance down along the beautiful curved back to see whenever he met Zhong Jiahui, he would not help but secretly look at the two extremely plump, extremely straight and erect semicircles.

Wang Bo and Zhong Jiahui have met again and again, but most of the time, they meet in English salons, with other classmates in the grade. Like today, no one is alone, and so close, this is the first time since they met each other. Listening to Zhong Jiahui's whispering introduction, his eyes felt the temptation and beauty of the other person's body curves. From time to time, there were waves of vagueness coming from the nose, but it must have come from the other person's body. Gradually, Wang Bo felt the strangeness of his body.

"I really don't know which guy will get cheap!" Wang Bo swallowed his saliva secretly, withdrew his secretly looking gaze, and said in his heart "indignantly".

When Wang Bo thought of such a good-looking, so cute, and with so many attractive curves on his body, he was destined to be held in his arms by another man who might or might not know, pressed under him, and did the male/female love affairs, and Wang Bo felt uncomfortable and very uncomfortable.

But reason told him that this was helpless. He could not, nor did he have the ability to tie all the women he liked around and prevent other men from getting involved.

The thick stack of photos was focused at the beginning, and after thinking about it, I finally finished reading it. Wang Bo closed the album and smiled at the girl next to him, saying, "I'm lying to me. Each photo is so beautiful, and I'm also ugly! Hello, Jiahui, have you started in kindergarten, and you are the class and school beauties of your school?"

"No!" Zhong Jiahui stomped her feet, and a red cloud flew on her face. She picked up the album on the desk and walked towards the bookshelf. She said as she walked, "You Liang Ya have been the school beauty since you were a child!"

"I have seen all Xiaoya's photos, but she was not as beautiful as you when she was a child." Wang Bo said with a smile.

"You are talking nonsense again, Wang Bo! Are you not afraid that I will tell Xiaoya what you just said?" Zhong Jiahui put the album back in its original place and said with a smile. Although she understood that what the other party said just was just a joke to compliment her, for some reason, she was still very happy.

"Speak casually! She won't care. In front of me, she has said that you are beautiful and have a better figure than her."

"That's because your Liang Ya is modest. She is 1.7 meters tall, and I am only 1.65 meters tall. Which one do you think has a good figure?" Zhong Jiahui.

Wang Bo immediately said, "Xiao Ya Gao is tall, but she still loses a little bit. She is not like you, that... that... haha, that everyone understands." Wang Bo wanted to say, "Not like you, Zhong Jiahui, *************", but soon realized that for a good girl like Zhong Jiahui, although the four words "*********" are appropriate, they are still a little too.

But even so, Wang Bo's words still made Zhong Jiahui's face flushed. She wanted to scold Wang Bo, but she didn't know how to say it. In the end, she could only give him a fierce look and look at him.

Wang Bo is a person who wants to lie down after not long. Sitting on the chair, he chatted with Zhong Jiahui for a while, and was shining by the warm sun in early spring, and drinking two bottles of beer at noon, and he felt a little dizzy and sleepy. At his home, he must have fallen into bed and fallen into bed, but at Zhong Jiahui's house and in the girl's boudoir, he was not willing to act casually, so he fell into bed and fell into bed. Wang Bo squeezed his eyes with his hands and pressed his temples to make himself more awake.

Seeing Wang Bo's tired look, Zhong Jiahui subconsciously said, "Wang Bo, are you very tired? Otherwise, I'll give you a massage on your head." After saying that, she felt inappropriate. The other party was not her mother, but a opposite sex, and she had a girlfriend. But she couldn't take back what she said. Zhong Jiahui was anxious and quickly explained, "My mother has migraines, and I have to press her head every now and then. My mother said that my skills are pretty good."

Wang Bo didn't expect that Zhong Jiahui would ask to press his head, but wanted to refuse, but was afraid of hurting the other party's heart. The person was open and honest. As soon as he refused, he seemed to be a ghost. He smiled and said, "Oh, Jiahui, do you have this kind of skill? You have to try it. I drank wine at noon and was really sleepy." After that, he yawned in cooperation.

When Zhong Jiahui saw Wang Bo agreeing, she felt relieved. As soon as she said the words just now, she regretted it. In addition to feeling that there is something wrong with men and women, it is also very inappropriate, and she is also worried that Wang Bo will refuse. For her, a girl, it would be embarrassing.

"I have only pressed my mother, but I haven't pressed it to anyone else. If it is not pressed well, don't mind." Zhong Jiahui stood up, came behind Wang Bo, opened her hands, and pinched her two thumbs on Wang Bo's temples, and massaged it lightly and heavyly. While pressing, she asked softly whether Wang Bo's strength was appropriate. Whether it was heavy or light, she could adjust it.

In his previous life, Wang Bo often asked customers to wash their feet and massage, drink flower wine, etc. during his foreign trade. He was pressed a hundred times and eighty times.

However, since he was reborn, he has never enjoyed anyone's massage. He himself pinched Zhang Jing's small foot board once, which made him remember it deeply and quite unforgettable.

Wang Bo closed his eyes, relaxed his mind, and enjoyed Zhong Jiahui's pressing of his head. Although Zhong Jiahui developed two or three years earlier than ordinary second-year high school girls, his hands seemed quite delicate, slender and powerful. He pressed on various acupoints on his head, which was very comfortable.

Especially when the other party's fingers fell on his face, the pressure or pressing caused by the gentle and heavy touch was like electric shock, which was extremely comfortable. He was drowsy just now and then quickly became refreshed. Whether it was sleepy or tired, he disappeared.

Zhong Jiahui, who had never massaged the opposite sex, had a pounding heart. At first, she was a little restrained, but later she saw Wang Bo closing his eyes and looking comfortable on his face. Her nervous mood slowly relaxed, and her hands were more forceful. She used her hands wholeheartedly to press or grab, knock or hit Wang Bo's scalp, back of her neck, temple, forehead, etc., which was more dedicated and focused than serving her mother.

During the massage, Wang Bo was sitting upright on the chair at first. After feeling comfortable and satisfied, he unconsciously tilted his head back and felt his head resting in a soft "cold". The girl was probably too serious and did not notice that the back of Wang Bo's head was attached to her breasts; or because she was like this when she was massaged by her mother, she didn't notice that something was wrong for a while, or there were other reasons. In short, she did not move it away, but just fixed Wang Bo's head with both hands and massaged meticulously.

So, Wang Bo was able to clearly feel the softness and softness on Zhong Jiahui's chest, which was at least two rounds larger than Liang Ya's "Little Lotus Only Shows Sharp Points" and was the same firmness and full of indescribable elasticity. Wang Bo didn't know why Zhong Jiahui didn't "keep a distance" from him, probably because of nervousness, shyness, and devoted himself, but Wang Bo realized that he was extremely clear and concrete and slight understanding of what was going on. He wanted to lift the back of his head away from the warm and soft "collapse", because this was wrong, he was taking advantage of others and destroying his innocence. He could not play friends with others. He understood the truth, but he wanted to let his head leave this "gentle land" immediately, for a moment, and he was quite reluctant to leave. In the end, Wang Bo, who was reluctant to leave, had to find an excuse to comfort himself in his heart:

Since Zhong Jiahui doesn't mind, I'd better not make a fuss. Over-reacting makes me seem to be inappropriate, which just ruins other people's kindness and makes people embarrassed.

So soon, Wang Bo felt at ease and continued to use his thinking and imagination to describe Zhong Jiahui's treasure that could only be viewed from afar, not to be played with, and would not belong to him in the future!

Massage is a physical job. Although Zhong Jiahui often presses his head on Wu Caixia who suffers from migraines, Wu Caixia feels sorry for her daughter. She usually presses it for three to five minutes before letting Zhong Jiahui leave. This time, Zhong Jiahui, who was fully engaged, massaged Wang Bo for more than a quarter of an hour. Until the other party started to breathe uncontrollably, the exhaled heat sprayed on Wang Bo's hair in waves. Wang Bo, who was enjoying it, woke up.

"Okay, Jiahui, I'm much more energetic now. Thank you, my skills are great and comfortable." Wang Bo opened his eyes, sat up, turned his head and saw Zhong Jiahui, who was blushing, sweating profusely, and gasping for breath. He was immediately shocked and said apologetically, "Ah, sorry, Jiahui, you're exhausted? Wait, I'll go to the bathroom to wipe your sweat."

"It's okay, Wang Bo, I'm not tired, I'm just a little hot." Zhong Jiahui shook her head and said, but Wang Bo had already stood up and hurried out of the bedroom.

Zhong Jiahui touched her forehead and found that it was sweating on her forehead. She was really exhausted just now. After pressing it for seven or eight minutes, she felt her feet and hands soft, but when she saw Wang Bo's comfortable face, she couldn't bear to stop, so she could only grit her teeth and persevere. She didn't even realize when the back of Wang Bo's head had a contact with her chest. Until Wang Bo got up and left, she relaxed and then suddenly realized that Wang Bo's head seemed to be lifted from her chest.
Chapter completed!