Back To the Past To Fall In Love

Xu Ziran hung up the phone expressionlessly.

Qiu Yurou asked curiously, "What's wrong?"

Xu Ziran said, "It's nothing, just a harassing call."

After saying this, he said, "I'm tired, let's go to rest."

The hotel is a pretty good four-star hotel. There is not only a shower but also a bathtub in the bathroom, but Xu Ziran always felt that the hotel's bathtub was not very clean, so it was useless. After taking a shower, he lay on the bed and sighed.

Qiu Yurou came out of the shower and asked, "What's the matter with you?"

The relationship between the two is already very natural. Xu Ziran thinks that it may be because the high school students themselves are not careful, or it may be because they eat and live together too much these days, and they are even more familiar than in their previous lives.

Of course, it may also be because, thinking about it now, Xu Ziran in his previous life really couldn't really understand Qiu Yurou.

The relationship between adults is always habitually shallow, and each has its own bottom line and retreat.

Xu Ziran also has his own way of retreat and secrets. At the time, he didn't think there was anything. Now that he thinks about it, he is a little regretful.

It's hard to tell what the pity is.

Xu Ziran lay on the bed and said in a muffled voice, "dysmenorrhea."

This is also because the house leak happened overnight. Xu Ziran didn't have dysmenorrhea before, but this time it was probably a bumpy journey, and the environment was changed. When he got off the plane, he started to have a dull pain. After taking a shower, it started to get serious.

She couldn't help thinking of the older generation saying that they couldn't take a bath during menstruation, and began to doubt the veracity of what she had always defined as pseudoscience.

Qiu Yurou suddenly showed a worried look and said, "What should I do, does it hurt?"

Xu Ziran shook his head and said, "It didn't hurt too much before, it should be fine after a while."

When I had dysmenorrhea, I was exhausted physically and mentally. Xu Ziran was too lazy to speak, so Qiu Yurou read English beside her.

"areyouallright?" This is Qiu Yurou who hasn't been converted.

Xu Ziran hummed and did not speak.

She is in pain now, then tired, and then nauseous.

All in all, nothing positive.

She felt that she had already seen the clouds in the sky, and her consciousness seemed to be deviated from her body. Now she just wanted to deviated further so that she would not feel the pain.

In this semi-psychedelic state, someone sat beside her and asked her softly, "Would you like some hot water?"

Xu Ziran looked at Qiu Yurou, who was looking at her worriedly, with one eye.

Xu Ziran didn't want Qiu Yurou to worry, but she was more than enough.

Qiu Yurou stretched out her hand to support Xu Ziran's shoulder again, and said, "Don't lie on your stomach, it's not good to lie on your stomach."

Xu Ziran was too lazy to turn over, Qiu Yurou poured a cup of hot water and put it on the bedside table next to her, then reached out and pulled her up.

Xu Ziran couldn't, so she got up, leaned on the head of the bed, and took a sip of water on the quilt held by Qiu Yurou.

After drinking some hot water, it really felt better, Xu Ziran breathed a sigh of relief: "I should be fine after a night's sleep."

Qiu Yu said: "If it still hurts tomorrow, just tell the team leader not to go on the tour."

After saying this, he paused and added, "I'll stay with you in the hotel."

Xu Ziran shook his head.

She must go to H University tomorrow.

Qiu Yurou saw that Xu Ziran looked determined but tired, and felt that she was impatient and became an ant on a hot pot. She suddenly thought of something and said, "How about I help you press it, I seem to have seen this in a book. What to do when planting."

Xu Ziran didn't doubt Qiu Yurou's skills, but just felt that there was no need for Qiu Yurou to do this.

She has always been in good health, maybe it will be in a few dozen minutes, but just as she was about to refuse, she heard Qiu Yurou say again, "Isn't there a massage coupon? You can just use that one."

Xu Ziran thought about it, smiled, and agreed.

The air conditioner in the room was neither cold nor hot, Xu Ziran climbed out of the quilt and lay on the quilt. The whole person was lying on the quilt, because the pain that was finally relieved by drinking hot water just now began to become severe again, and there was no life. love form.

Qiu Yurou raised her hands, her face tangled.

She said that she had seen it in the book, but she really only glanced at it. Although her memory is very good, her current impression is also very vague.

I vaguely remember that there is an acupuncture point on the hand, an acupuncture point on the foot, and an acupuncture point on the lower abdomen.

Qiu Yurou stared at Xu Ziran's small belly exposed in her pajamas, feeling that her face was about to turn red again.

She hurriedly shook her head to keep herself free of distractions, rubbed her hands hot, and pressed them first...

After about three minutes, Xu Ziran became drowsy.

In other words, smart people do everything very well.

Qiu Yurou is undoubtedly a smart person, so although she is not sure about certain steps, but if she actually does it, it still makes Xu Ziran feel like she is soaking in a warm spring, and the pores all over her body are open.

She closed her eyes and felt like she was about to fall asleep.

At this time, Qiu Yurou's hands moved from Xu Ziran's shoulders to the periphery of her chest.

Xu Ziran was a little startled.

She didn't know why she was a little embarrassed, and said softly, "Do you want to press your chest?"

Qiu Yurou was even more embarrassed than Xu Ziran, and hesitantly said, "No need?"

Xu Ziran looked at Qiu Yurou, who had already got into bed at some point and sat astride her lap.

Seeing Xu Ziran looking at her up and down, Qiu Yurou quickly explained, "I'm a little bit tired without such an action."

Xu Ziran nodded in understanding, and at the same time felt that it was too boring to be so surprised.

It's not that she hasn't massaged before, not to mention Qiu Yurou is of course a trustworthy female classmate.

Xu Ziran forced himself to close his eyes and ignored the restlessness in his heart.

However, for some reason, the movements of Qiu Yurou's fingers on her body became more and more clear in her mind. Although it was still as comfortable as before, Xu Ziran felt that she couldn't fall asleep like before.

She kept her breathing steady and pretended to be asleep.

Qiu Yurou looked at Xu Ziran, whose breathing gradually became steady after closing her glasses, and the movements of her hands slowed down.

And once the movement on the hand is gentle, the original massage does not seem to be strong anymore. Qiu Yurou felt the soft flesh under the palm, and her mood gradually fluctuated.

She didn't know what the ups and downs meant, only that she seemed happy and ashamed.

She looked down at the clear and delicate face of the other party under the bedside lamp, and then focused her eyes on the wet lips.

The last time it was in the dark night, and just on a whim, Qiu Yurou didn't see clearly what the lips she kissed looked like, but now that she saw it, it aroused a certain desire.

She couldn't help but lowered her head slightly and looked at Xu Ziran's face.

However, when she realized the meaning of her thoughts, her face suddenly changed greatly, she jumped up from the bed, and staggered out of the bed.

Xu Ziran was awakened by Qiu Yurou's big movement, opened his eyes and looked at her.

Qiu Yurou said in a panic, "I, I think I'm still doing something wrong, so I'd better not press it."

Xu Ziran also breathed a sigh of relief, to tell the truth, as a psychological adult, she had a feeling just now - in fact, this feeling made it difficult for her to explain it herself.

If Qiu Yurou pressed down again, she always felt that she would have to react.

But for this reason to stop Qiu Yurou, Xu Ziran felt embarrassed, because it's scary enough to have **** with a minor, and he reacted, making Xu Ziran feel like a pervert.

Fortunately, at the highest point of moral condemnation, Qiu Yurou stopped first.

Xu Ziran felt that she had better go to the bathroom and take a shower.

However, just when she was about to put it into practice, Qiu Yurou entered the bathroom and locked the door.

Xu Ziran: "…"

Maybe you just got sweaty from the massage.

Thinking like this, Xu Ziran reluctantly went to bed and decided to use sleep to resist all those inexplicable thoughts.