I can see luck! People who get married in a vegetative state make crazy money

Lying on the soft bed, Ming Nuan was drowsy.

Until I felt a dent in my side.

Only then did Ming Nuan open his heavy eyelids again.

But before she could turn her head and look back.

I felt a cold touch coming from the inside of my calf.

She was wide awake.

Just as he was about to turn around, someone pressed lightly on the back of his neck.

"Don't you want me to help you press your legs?"

Mo Shiyan chuckled lightly.

Ming Nuan instantly felt an endless itching spreading on her calf.

When the coldness passed through his skin, Ming Nuan realized that he had been so casual today.

Let the big boss push your legs?

Ming Nuan smiled sarcastically and wanted to turn around: "Then what... No need, Mr. Mo, I'm not tired anymore."

But Mo Shiyan's fingers followed her cheek all the way to her collarbone.

He held her face in his hands.

The two of them were very close to each other. Mo Shiyan seemed to be smiling, but said, "Lie down."

Ming Nuan's raised head was easily pressed down by him.

Mo Shiyan gave someone a massage for the first time.

The strength is not important, which always makes Mingnuan subconsciously want to close her legs.

But every time, he would grab his ankle and drag him back again.

But soon, Ming Nuan discovered that Mo Shiyan had improved.

Every time he pressed it, his eyes would flicker from her brows to her eyes. If she frowned, he would be gentler.

Soon, Ming Nuan felt the pain in her legs disappear.

She stopped struggling.

Lying on the bed and enjoying it comfortably.

She had helped Mo Shiyan press it so many times before!

What happened if he pressed her twice?

Ming Nuan thought happily in her heart, and her face couldn't help but show a hint of joy.

The curved corners of his lips made Mo Shiyan squint his eyes.

The next moment, she suddenly felt that hand going all the way up.

It came to her waist unconsciously.

Mo Shiyan's voice seemed to spread heat layer by layer along with his movements, "Are you happy to receive the flowers?"

There was a numb feeling in Ming Nuan's waist.

Subconsciously, he turned around so that he was facing up, but Mo Shiyan leaned over at this moment, and Ming Nuan was pulled in by him.

His vision became narrower.

Mo Shiyan placed both hands on her waist.

He started kneading slowly, but with this intensity, Ming Nuan felt like he was caressing.

She pressed his hand unaccustomedly and said dissatisfiedly: "When did I say that I was happy to receive flowers?"

"It doesn't need to be said, I know." Mo Shiyan put his hands around her waist and wiped her back.

Along with his sinking eyebrows, he exerted force.

He pinched Ming Nuan and let out a soft cry.

Her waist arched, and her other hand curled up uncontrollably, pressing against Mo Shiyan's chest.

"Are you crazy? I'm here for you. If you say that, then Lin Qiu obviously regards me as his love rival."

"Who would feel happy receiving flowers from a love rival?"

But Mo Shiyan leaned over and suddenly bit the corner of her lips that were chattering.

Ming Nuan's eyes sore.

She subconsciously bit him back.

Mo Shiyan's expression didn't change at all.

Ming Nuan bit hard.

Soon there was a blood stain on the corner of his lip.

The breath of blood followed the corners of his lips and dipped into the tip of her tongue.

After Ming Nuan finished biting it, he realized that Mo Shiyan didn't try to hide.

She gave him a somewhat guilty look.

But he met Mo Shiyan's dark eyes.

"is it?"

Mo Shiyan pressed her finger and said word by word: "But look at her posture today."

"Those who didn't know better thought she was my love rival."