To The Lovely You

Luo Yichen sat down on the edge of the bed gently, and then pulled it casually, the silk pajamas that had been hanging on his body slid down his shoulders with his gently twitching fingers, and finally looked like a feather. It fell silently to the floor.

"Luo Yichen! Why don't you take off your clothes when you have nothing to do!" Su Rourou covered her eyes fiercely, but the gap between her fingers gradually opened unconsciously. With Luo Yichen's perfect body curve.

  Luo Yichen's expression was taken for granted, without the slightest bit of embarrassment, as if she was the one who was not wearing clothes, not him.

   "Have you seen, who wears clothes during massage?" As he said, he lay down slowly, turned over and lay on the bed, "What are you still doing, come over quickly."

In fact, Su Rou Rou has been peeking at him through the gaps between her fingers, her eyes going from his **** collarbone to his strong chest muscles, and then down his strong chest muscles to his tight little fu, and finally... On tight black shorts.

   OMG! She felt that her face suddenly seemed to be on fire, it was hot, and even her breathing became short.

   On such a night with no one around, he was lying on her bed dressed like this, and told her to come over quickly, how impure this picture is.

   "Come on!" Luo Yichen rested his chin on his arm, turned his head slightly and shouted at her again.

   "Oh, here we come." Only then did Su Rou Rou come back to her senses, and tremblingly walked towards her pink bed.

   She sat down beside Luo Yichen at an extremely slow speed, her little heart thumping. Under the candlelight, the lines on his back looked so tense, and the skin on his back looked so smooth, like a freshly boiled egg, she couldn't help but want to touch it.

   For some reason, candlelight and beauty made her unable to stop YY again. She always felt that it seemed that she should bring the candle over and drop that liquid thing on this white and tender beauty...

   Or, she should hold a leather whip in her hand and swipe a few times on this beautiful back, leaving some traces of love that only belongs to her...

  Luo Yichen's cold voice interrupted her YY: "Why are you sitting there alone and giggling?"

  Su Rourou quickly shook her head: "No...nothing!"

   If Luo Yichen found out about the picture she just made up, she would be dead! Maybe the person who was dripped and whipped in the end would be herself!

   She quickly put on a smile again, a pair of small hands clenched into the shape of fists, and began to beat along the beautiful back curve one after another.

  Luo Yichen gently closed her eyes, enjoying her rare attentive service, and the corners of her mouth always maintained an upward arc.

   The room suddenly fell silent, only the faint breathing of the two of them and the sound of their heartbeats.

  Su Rourou didn't know how to massage at all, she just imagined Luo Yichen as a big meat pie, and her hands as two small hammers, beating randomly on them.

  Luo Yichen's beautiful brows frowned slightly: Fortunately, this idiot has no strength, otherwise he will be beaten with internal injuries...

   After a while, he let out a muffled groan from his throat: "Idiot, can you...can you change the technique? Massage...should be based on pressing, right?"