From Douluo to God

"If you cooperate with certain techniques, the effect will be better." He added.

This girl is already 17 years old, and she is still like a twelve or thirteen-year-old girl. Her voice is also slightly neutral, which may be caused by some hormone imbalance in her body.

Jiang Chen is not an expert in gynecology, so he can only guess like this.

"What method?" Xiaoying's big eyes shone brightly in the dark underground.

"Massage it with your hands every day, um, about half an hour. If you feel your body getting hot, it should be almost the same."

When it came to this point, he could only bite the bullet and answer according to the half-baked theory he had heard.

He sneaked a glance out of the corner of his eye, and found that the little girl's face was redder and her head lowered.

The conversation between the two ended, and the atmosphere was a little awkward.

When she came to the bottom of Qian Renxue's room, it was still Xiaoying who walked in front, and she turned her head and said to Jiang Chen: "I will never let you take advantage of Miss."

Jiang Chen didn't know whether to laugh or cry, this little girl was like a hen protecting its cubs, for fear that he would do anything wrong to Qian Renxue.

He really wanted to complain: "Actually, I even know the color of your panties."

But he didn't dare to say it. If he said it, the two girls above would turn into tigresses and tear him apart.

Jiang Chen followed Xiaoying into Qian Renxue's boudoir.

As soon as he entered, he heard the sound of rushing water coming from the bathroom.

Some pictures can't be restrained in my mind.

Except for accidentally looking at Bibi Dong when he first awakened, his magical eyes have never been specially used to look at other girls.

He thinks that this kind of behavior is shameful, it will make him depraved and his mind is twisted, so he has been restraining himself.

Unless accidentally, or unintentionally.

Xiaoying stood in front of Jiang Chen pretty, and said in a threatening tone: "You are not allowed to peek at Miss."

Jiang Chen shrugged, and said innocently: "Brother Chen, I am an honest gentleman."

"A gentleman is a fart." Xiaoying slandered, and couldn't help but think of Jiang Chen's slaps last night, which were obviously intentional.

"You just wait here, don't come near."

After speaking, she walked briskly to the bathroom door and knocked lightly.

"Miss, I am Xiaoying."

Before Qian Renxue could reply, she pushed the door open and went in.

The moment the door closed, her head stretched out again, giving Jiang Chen a threatening look.

Her short, soft, ear-length hair was hanging down, and her fair face was obviously excited.

Jiang Chen stood there stunned, motionless.

He was actually green by a girl.

"Actually, it's not considered green." He thought to himself.

He didn't just stand there waiting stupidly, he went to the chair beside him and sat down.

His ears moved, and the very subtle voice became clear in his ears.

"Miss, let me help you."

"Ah."

After a while, Qian Renxue's voice sounded: "Xiaoying, come in too."

Xiaoying's voice was slightly excited: "Good lady."

Jiang Chen suddenly felt that the grapes were so sour.

"Miss, you have a really good figure."

"Xiaoying, you are not bad."

Well, these words are a bit against my will, Jiang Chen thought to himself, maybe Qian Renxue didn't want Xiaoying to feel inferior.

"It turns out that their relationship is so good." Jiang Chen suddenly felt a little rejoiced in his heart, glad that he didn't offend Ruan Xiaoying, otherwise he might be getting a small report.

After waiting for half an hour, the two women came out steaming hot.

Xiaoying's cheeks were flushed like a red apple, and she also changed into a dress.

Qian Renxue was also wearing a skirt, Jiang Chen recognized that this was one of those skirts he brought.

She glanced at Jiang Chen, and lazily said: "Xiao Chen, I kept you waiting."

However, there was no sense of guilt in his tone.

She wiped her blond hair, sat on the chair on the other side of the tea table, bursts of delicate fragrance wafted into Jiang Chen's nostrils.

Xiaoying moved a stool and sat in front of the two of them.

"What is this?" Qian Renxue looked at the lunch box next to her and asked suspiciously.

"Sister, this is a delicacy I personally made for you, please taste it, it's still hot."