"For example, you can show me your love for me." He smiled and said, came to her and sat down, stretched out his hand and hugged her into his arms naturally. Who knows, it was her hand that greeted her. An elbow blow.

"Ok!"

He snorted: "You murdered your husband!"

"Ah? It hurts? I'm sorry, sorry, I definitely didn't mean it, I will help you rub it." She said with a smile, reaching out and rubbing his chest.

With a pair of small hands rubbing against his chest, Xuanyuan Moze only felt his breathing hurried, and there was a fire in his body. At the moment, he grabbed her hand and gritted his teeth and said, "Don't light the fire!"

"Ignition? No? I don't have any messy ignition." She glanced at him, and saw that his face was a little uncomfortable and his body became a little stiff. She blinked curiously, and glanced down from the top. Somewhat surprised: "How about your self-control?"

Xuanyuan Moze only felt that the fire inside his body was getting more intense, especially when the woman actually glanced at him in front of him, her gaze was like a fuse, which made him almost untensioned. People didn't know it, but they were still teasing him there.

"Your body seems to be a bit stiff? Is it too tired? Or, I will squeeze your shoulders for you? Well, that's it." Feng Jiu quickly stood up, and came to him with interest. Pinch your shoulders.

"Relax, don't always stretch your body."

Hearing this, Xuanyuan Moze also let her go. After exhaling a deep breath, he eased the flames in Xiumei, and then gradually relaxed his body, feeling those little hands pressing on his shoulders, once. The strength is neither light nor heavy, gently and slowly, very comfortable.

"Yes, that's it, just relax." She narrowed her eyes with a smile, and a sly light flashed across her eyes.

She loosened his shoulders first, and then pressed her temples.Only with her can he give himself to her with such confidence and let her pinch and press at will. If this is replaced by someone else, he wouldn't give his back to someone who doesn’t trust, let alone. Lethal head.

"How is it? Comfortable?" She asked with a smile.

"Well, it's comfortable." Not only was it comfortable, but it also felt that all the fatigue disappeared. The night breeze was cool, and there was someone who loved him, and she was pressing for him. This feeling made him feel comfortable both physically and mentally.

"That's, I have a special fingering, all of which have acupuncture points, but they are not random pressing." She chuckled, pressing up from his head to the neck, pressing once, pressing all the way down. Go over the back to the waist.

He just felt that when her hand pressed to his waist, his body became stiff, and his half-squinted eyes opened along with it, and a flame of flame jumped in his eyes again.

"Sit down for a long time, or you will feel sore in the future." She said, but as soon as the voice fell, he hugged the whole person from behind to the front, lying on his back on his lap.

"Uh……"

She blinked and looked at him, noting that his eyes became darker and darker, staring closely at her red lips, and his throat rolled up and down, and his face gradually fell down.

Seeing this, she stretched out her hand to hold his face and looked at him intently and earnestly. In his expectant gaze, her lips lightly opened, and a voice came out with a hint of smile.

"Uncle, your beard should be shaved."