Seeing Wang Bo's look sad, Zhong Jiahui couldn't bear to continue on this topic anymore. Seeing Wang Bo frowning and tired, she learned that the other party had just eaten and had drunk wine. At this time, she was afraid she was very tired. I remembered that the other party was in her bedroom last time, and after pinching his head for him, the other party was completely sleepy and praised her skills. She almost said without thinking: "Wang Bo, are you very sleepy? Otherwise, I'll help you press your head?"

Press the head?

Wang Bo opened his eyes and his sleepiness disappeared. He suddenly thought of the last time in Zhong Jiahui's boudoir, the back of his head was resting on the other party's soft chest. Zhong Jiahui tried hard to massage her. Finally, he was so tired that he was panting and sweating profusely that he felt a little moved.

"Jiahui, this... I'm a little sleepy, but it's so troublesome to ask you to give me a massage. I was so tired last time. How embarrassed I was." Wang Bo was looking forward to it, and he still looked embarrassed on his face.

"It's okay. I often press my mother's head now, and my skills have improved a lot and I won't be tired. Besides, in the middle of winter, it's warmer to do some hard work." Zhong Jiahui glanced at Wang Bo and said generously, but her heartbeat couldn't help but be a little faster.

"Ah, is that? Then I have to experience it, it's just a bit too troublesome." Wang Bo said embarrassedly, licking his scalp.

"Not trouble! What's the trouble?" said Zhong Jiahui, who had a pretty face slightly red.

"Then...thank you. But what should I do? Sitting or lying down?" Wang Bo looked at Zhong Jiahui, whose cheeks turned red at some point, and asked with a smile, but he was inexplicably nervous. Wang Bo stood up and sat down on the sofa next to Zhong Jiahui.

The fabric sofa was leaning against the partition, and Zhong Jiahui couldn't go around the back of the sofa to press it. If Wang Bo was asked to sit, Wang Bo was taller than her and it was difficult for her to operate. She couldn't stand up and press it for Wang Bo, because the booth was not completely closed after all, and she was standing there and was easily noticed by people outside. Although she didn't think it was shameful to give Wang Bo massage, she wouldn't let anyone see it if she could not be seen.

"Or why are you lying on this sofa?" Zhong Jiahui said, then began to move her buttocks and retreated to the base of the wall next to her before stopping, giving Wang Bo enough space for him to lie down.

Zhong Jiahui's original intention was to let Wang Bo's upper body lie on the sofa, but when Wang Bo lay down like this, perhaps because he didn't pay attention to the distance, he pressed his head on one of her thighs, as if it was a pillow.

Wang Bo realized that he had been lying in the wrong position until the back of his head touched a soft strip, and he wanted to move his butt and shrink his body, but he was afraid that Zhong Jiahui would misunderstand, so he thought that he was deliberately taking advantage of her just now.

Moreover, the back of his head was pillowing on Zhong Jiahui's thighs, which was soft and comfortable, and Wang Bo was also a little reluctant to leave. He thought that if Zhong Jiahui asked him to lie down, he would "lift his brain" and move his seat again. If Zhong Jiahui didn't mind, he looked like a small handkerchief, which was not only pretentious, but also might misunderstand Zhong Jiahui and hurt the other party's heart.

After waiting for several seconds, before the other party asked him to "express his mind", he waited for a pair of hands with a hint of coolness and fragrance, and began to squeeze and press on his head lightly and heavily. Wang Bo fell a little worried and enjoyed the girl's gentle massage with peace of mind.

Of course, it is not completely at ease. Even a good friend, this posture is too ambiguous. Wang Bo's heart is still a little "not calm". On the one hand, he is naturally worried that Zhong Jiahui will think too much and convey an additional message to the other party. After he was reborn, he found that it is becoming increasingly difficult to grasp distance and grasp the scale when dealing with the girls around him. Whether he is at will or is bound to be bound, he seems to be out of the rules. He either drags the other party to the abyss without a future or bury himself in; on the other hand, he is still a little guilty, and his apology for the girls and women around him. His desires are unfulfilled, and his greed makes him deeply apologize.

What Wang Bo didn't know was that when his head fell on Zhong Jiahui's thighs, Zhong Jiahui's body stiffened on the spot and did not dare to move, as if it was not Wang Bo's head on her thighs, but the head of a monster. His heartbeat increased, his body temperature increased, and everything showed an upward trend, so that after several seconds, Zhong Jiahui dared to put his hand on Wang Bo's head and began to move.

But slowly, looking at Wang Bo's eyes that closed his eyelids, the comfortable expression on his face, and the nervousness in her heart pounded, slowly relaxed and she began to massage Wang Bo seriously and hard.

This massage was different from the three parts that were mainly concentrated on Wang Bo's scalp, forehead, and temples last time. In addition to these three parts, Zhong Jiahui also squeezed or pressed, rubbed or rubbed Wang Bo's nose, ears, chin, neck, etc. The force was sometimes light, sometimes heavy, sometimes rapid, and sometimes slow, bringing Wang Bo unprecedented comfort and showing the other party's skillful skills.

"Jiahui is such a virtuous and filial girl. She must have practiced her skill for countless times on her mother. Alas, I don't know which lucky guy will be cheaper in the future!" While enjoying Zhong Jiahui's careful massage, Wang Bo exclaimed helplessly in his heart.

However, he was thinking about it.

Since she gave Wang Bo a massage in her boudoir last time, Zhong Jiahui went to Xinhua Bookstore, bought a massage book, and started to study seriously. The target of honing her skills naturally fell on the head of her mother Wu Caixia. At one time, Wu Caixia praised her girl for her filial piety, but considering her daughter's nervousness in the senior year of high school and hard work, she did not allow her to press, and she should not massage so hard. But Wu Caixia finally did not insist on her daughter's insistence on using massage to relieve her migraine. Almost every week, she would enjoy a careful massage from her daughter, which made Wu Caixia both moved and felt distressed.

Especially after learning that Wang Bo and Liang Ya broke up, Zhong Jiahui became more diligent in practicing her mother. If it weren't for Wu Caixia's firm disagreement, she would probably have to press her mother every night.

Sometimes, Zhong Jiahui would think in her heart, would she be too stupid? What can she do if she practices her skills well? Last time she could press her, that was the right time, place, and people. Will there be such a chance in the future? Or even if there is, what can she change if she pressed her for her?

"He saved my life! He is my life-saving benefactor. He is becoming more and more famous now and his business is getting bigger and bigger. I have nothing to help him. I can massage him and relieve his physical fatigue. Just treat it as my insignificant reward." Finally, Zhong Jiahui, who had thought a lot, would always return to this starting point.

Wang Bo closed his eyes and quietly enjoyed the light, heavy, slow and urgent massage brought to him by the girl's pair of delicate plain hands. His mood also jumped and fluctuated with the strength and speed of the girl's hands. In his previous life, as a foreign trade salesperson who thought he was "qualified", he had enjoyed more massages: Chinese, Thai, part, whole body, clothes, no clothes, oily, and oily, which opened his eyes and was extremely comfortable. Just talking about the exquisiteness and skill of his skills, Zhong Jiahui was afraid that he would not be able to rank.

However, among all the female technicians who have massaged him, Zhong Jiahui is definitely the youngest, the best figure, the most beautiful, and the cleanest, from flesh/body to spirit.

Therefore, although the girl's skills are not very good in the eyes of Wang Bo, a knowledgeable person, the enjoyment he brought to him, especially spiritual enjoyment and spiritual impact, is the strongest and most "stimulating"! Moreover, out of his admiration for the other person in his previous life, the massage was not just a massage, but also a kind of long-cherished wish to comfort him little by little. Wang Bo sighed in his heart over and over again, what kind of virtue can he be fortunate to let a girl like Jiahui serve him, just like to be filial to her mother to serve him at a glance! In this life, even if you can't do anything with the other person, just like this, lying quietly on her legs, enjoying the breeze blowing on the other person's fingers and the gentleness of the spoon of plain hands, that's enough!

Enough!

With this gratitude and contentment, Wang Bo opened his eyes and was immersed in his sight, but he had a look that he had never experienced before:

The beautifully curved chin, fair cheeks, nose as straight as Western women, stand pretty, lips with curved curves, and neck with turtleneck sweater is not fully visible, but despite this, it is still slender...

Looking from the horizontal perspective, it is a mountain that looks like a peak, with different distances and heights. The scene seen by looking up shows a unique and amazing beauty in Wang Bo's sight! Wang Bo only felt his mind "booming", and something exploded. He opened his mouth and wanted to spit out what he had never said to the other person in his previous life.

"What? Are you uncomfortable? Is it too heavy?" Zhong Jiahui lowered her head and said softly. The breath hit Wang Bo's face with the other party's words, hot, with the fragrance of tea and the girl, but it woke up the chaotic and silly Wang Bo, who had lost much reason.

Looking at the girl's concern expression in front of her and her inquiring eyes, Wang Bo swallowed hard, stretched out his hands, gently patted the backs of the other party's two hands and said with a smile: "Thank you, Jiahui! The skills... have improved a lot."
Chapter completed!