Senior, please forgive me!don't pull my skirt

The air conditioner was on and warm.

The essential oil dripped on the broad wheat-colored shoulders, and the palms were pushed over it. The shoulder muscles and back muscles were strong and resilient.

The waist is tight and narrow, and the thin muscles imply strength. Because of the essential oil, the skin emits a hot temperature under my palm.

Shit, I still have to say it again.

I'm so envious of this figure.

"Is the strength OK? Will it hurt?"

I pinched the meridian on his shoulder and asked, looking at the back of his familiar head, feeling very lemony and excited.

Although I didn’t want him to come before, I’m still very happy to see him again. I feel like my empty heart is being filled. After all, he’s really nice. It would be better if he doesn’t like me, then we can do it. good friend.

"It's just right." He lay on the massage table, "You pinch it very comfortably..."

There are a lot of messy things in the club, but the push-back technique is still very important. Training is held every now and then, and sometimes the manager will surprise the technician to push her back to see if she is familiar with the locations of meridians and acupuncture points. There is no regression.

I also know most of the acupuncture points and meridians on Mu Junchen's back from the random pressing at the beginning.

I am bored with this job, but every time Mu Junchen says that I press it comfortably, I still feel a sense of accomplishment.

The massage room was quiet, except for the small sound of palms rubbing essential oil across the skin of the back.

"Sorry." I whispered.

"It's me who should say I'm sorry," Mu Junchen's voice was full of self-blame, clutching the bed, "I thought you would like me and like me, but I was too self-righteous, and I did those things to you things."

"It's okay, it's not too much." I rubbed him seriously.

"Not too much?" Mu Junchen turned over and sat up, as if blaming me, "I kissed you already, isn't it too much?"

You still don't know what you kissed? Dude, when you know I'm a man, you won't think it's too much and want to strangle me.

"It's okay... don't take it to heart, haha."

I walked around behind him, pinching the back of his neck as he was sitting up.

Mu Junchen put one leg up, looked back at me, a bit dissatisfied and aggrieved: "Is it all right?"

He lowered his eyes, thought for a while, and then looked up at me: "It doesn't matter if I kiss you, or does it matter if all the guests kiss you?"

Me: "But I'm the only guest."

"Then what if it's not me tonight? Is it not me tomorrow night? Is there any other guest who wants to kiss you? Is there any other guest who wants...to touch your hand?"

As he said, he lightly touched my hand with his fingers, and then put it down again.

"No one else will kiss me, nor touch my hand."

Maybe people can see that I am a fake girl at a glance, let alone kiss me, I am afraid that if I touch it, I will be buried in goose bumps.

"Then, what if, how about giving money... For example, I won't come tomorrow night, and other guests will come. Seeing that you are so beautiful and cute, I will give you money and want to kiss you. Will you give it? I listen to your technicians. Said, if you give money, you can kiss, how about you, give you money... let kiss?"

He asked very carefully, he obviously knew that this was not the right question to ask, but he asked anyway, blushing, looking at me, nervously and scaredly waiting for an answer.

I stopped what I was doing and thought about the hospital bill. If I can't pay the money tomorrow, my grandma's medicine will be stopped the day after tomorrow.

I thought about all the possibilities that I could get money at present, and didn't want to lie to him, so I said honestly: "I don't know either."

Mu Junchen was completely wilted, his broad shoulders slumped, and he lay back on the bed, buried his face down, and stopped talking.

I didn't say a word, I pressed and squeezed him rather depressedly.

I must be a very casual "girl" in his eyes, but it's fine, so he will be disappointed in me and won't like me anymore.

The essential oil on my hands was dried, I wiped my hands, opened the black plastic bag I just brought from the lounge, took out the box inside and put it in Mu Junchen's hand.

"Here you go." I said.

"Why do you want to return it to me? I gave it away, and you promised to accept it. Why do you want to return it to me?"

Mu Junchen's tone was quite depressed.

"I don't like this gift," I said.

Mu Junchen stopped talking. He took the box, opened it, lifted the flannel, and the bell rolled, making a crisp sound.

"Wow! Look, Liu'er, there is actually money in this box!" Mu Junchen exaggerated, "Maybe it's the private money hidden here by the shop owner, but I accidentally bought it. Seeing that I have a share, Half of us?"

He took out more than half of the money in it and wanted to give it to me.

There are only a few left in the box.

"If it belongs to the shop owner, then give it back to him." I looked into his eyes and said.

In less than a second, Mu Junchen felt guilty, stuffed the money into the pocket of the coat that was put aside, and lay down silently.

"I want to buy a clock." After a long silence, Mu Junchen suddenly said something sullen.

"Ah? What are you doing to buy a clock? Tomorrow?" I was at a loss as to pretending to be his girlfriend again?

Mu Junchen didn't answer, turned over suddenly, put on his sweater and rushed out.

I:"???"

In less than a minute, he came back like a gust of wind.

"I paid the money, and the front desk said I can take you away." Panting, he picked up his coat and put it on.

"Ah?" I was stunned and stood at a loss, "Go, why are you going? Where are you going?"

Could it be that he felt that pursuing this path would not work, so he frantically wanted to take me to a small hotel?

"I'm not going to a small hotel!" I walked to the innermost corner of the massage room, guarding against Mu Junchen.

"I, I'm not that kind of person!" Mu Junchen said angrily, and walked over, "I just feel bored staying here, and I want to take you out for a walk, just a walk, huh?"

"It's very expensive to buy a clock, just go for a walk by yourself, why buy my clock and go for a walk?"

Is Mu Junchen stupid?A clock is 80 yuan, one and a half hours, and it costs two hundred and four to buy a clock. Buy me to go for a walk?What do you think?

"I think you're going to leave with me..." He started again, getting tired and crooked again, like a huge cat coquettishly.

"You, it's a waste of money, aren't you stupid? If you want to take a walk, I can take a walk with you after get off work, so you don't have to spend money to buy a clock. You can tell the front desk not to buy it. Buy a clock for a walk? Are you too good at wasting money?"

Qian, my heart aches for Mu Junchen's little money.

Mu Junchen stared at me, blinked his eyes, and said firmly: "You like me."

"……"WTF?

I put on a tiger face: "You fart!"

He immediately faltered, and coaxed: "Okay, okay, you don't like me, you don't like me, I know, I know."

"I bought everything...you can go out with me, and if you buy a clock, won't your commission be more?"

He persuaded me.

In terms of commission, it can indeed be more, three times, for one and a half hours, it is only 45 yuan.

My heart was moved: "That's fine, just this once."

Mu Junchen smiled softly and patted my head: "Okay."

Pack up the schoolbag, there will be an aunt in the room to tidy up, and we are leaving.

After reaching the door of the clubhouse, Mu Junchen suddenly stopped and turned around.

I:"???"

Mu Junchen: "You haven't changed your clothes yet, why both of us forgot, you go back and change, I'll wait for you at the door."

My clothes are simply uncle's clothes. Once I put them on, my gender can no longer be obvious. It is impossible to wear them in front of Mu Junchen, unless I don't want to live anymore.Now all the technicians in the clubhouse are clocking up again, and I can't find anyone to borrow clothes.

"Just go out like this, I don't want to go back and change clothes." I said.

"It's cold outside. You want to go out to die of cold with this skirt? Why don't you want to change it?" Mu Junchen didn't understand very much.

"My clothes are so ugly I don't want to wear them." That's all I can say.

"Then you wear mine." Mu Junchen took off his padded jacket and put it on me.

"Then what do you do?" He only had a sweater left on his upper body.

"I'm not cold, this clothes is very warm, you see."

He turned the sleeves of the sweater inside, and there was a layer of fine hair inside.

Me: "But today the temperature has dropped..."

"It's not cold, let's go, take us Liu'er for a walk!"

Mu Junchen smiled, his handsome features brimming with a kind of innocent joy like a child, he dragged me by the sleeve and led me out of the clubhouse.

At night in early winter, there are fewer people and more cars on the road, and the trees on the street are rustling by the wind.

From the corner of my eye, the car lights on the road turned into blurred spots. At this moment, only Mu Junchen's tall back and his hand holding my sleeve are very clear to my senses.

And on the jacket, his body temperature.

I don't know if there is something wrong with my ears or my heart, but I actually heard the sound of my heart beating in my ears.

I am... a little flustered.