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No.17 Chapter Massage

74.

At night, Xu Zhixiao lay on the bed, closed his eyes and rested.The whole person is sick and has no energy.

Wang Qian knocked on the door and came in, holding a cup of warm water, "Put the water on the table, remember to drink it while it's hot."

Xu Zhixiao opened his eyes and nodded feebly, "Thank you, brother."

Wang Qian didn't go out immediately, but stood at the end of his bed, looked at him with deep and gentle eyes, "Does your head still hurt?"

"It's much better than before." Xu Zhixiao said honestly, "But it may still hurt for a while."

Wang Qian stood there for a while, but didn't leave. Instead, he sat down at the end of his bed and said, "I'll massage you."

scare!

Xu Zhixiao's hazy drowsiness was completely scared away by these words.

He stood up and looked at Wang Qian dumbfounded, only to see that the other party stretched out his hand to him as if nothing had happened, "Bring me the pillow."

"No, no need, brother..."

"Bring it."

"..."

Xu Zhixiao handed over the pillow, his movements were very slow, with obvious stiffness.

Wang Qian put the pillow on his lap, patted it, and then nodded with his chin, "Come here and lie down."

Xu Zhixiao gasped, and burst out a series of swear words in his heart, and then, half in pain and half in enjoyment, he slowly passed by.

He was lying on Wang Qian's lap...

There is absolutely no way this could be true...

Soon, the rough fingertips belonging to the man pressed his temples, and began to rub hard, with a warm feeling, slowly turning round and round.

Xu Zhixiao's heart suddenly skipped a beat.

He closed his eyes tightly, his eyelashes trembled, and even his brows were wrinkled unconsciously, his body was as hard as a stone.

"Relax." Wang Qian patted his forehead lightly.

Xu Zhixiao smiled wryly in his heart.

At this time, does he dare to relax?

If he accidentally opened his eyes and met Wang Qian's looking down, he couldn't even imagine what stupid thing he would do on impulse.

It was too torturous, and too testing.

But soon, he couldn't think of any messy things.

Wang Qian's ten fingers were full of power, easily subverting his already weak willpower and controlling all his senses and thinking.

Slowly, Xu Zhixiao focused all his attention on Wang Qian's fingertips.

The originally tense scalp and the twitching nerves under the skin were repeatedly pulled and released with just the right force, like a spring that had been unloaded, slowly returning to the most natural and comfortable state.

It was so comfortable that Xu Zhixiao even fell asleep without knowing it.

Before falling into emptiness, his last thought was——

It was really scary tonight, maybe I won’t dare to have migraines again in the future, hehe...

75.

After a long time, listening to Xu Zhixiao's gentle and subtle breathing, Wang Qian finally withdrew his hand.

There still seems to be a delicate and warm touch on the fingertips, which is as comfortable as imagined, but it seems to be more beautiful.

He lowered his head, his eyes carefully sketched the appearance of the person in front of him, across the smooth forehead, slightly closed eyes, straight nose bridge, round ears, and finally, fell on the light-colored lips.

It seemed to be stuck firmly, and I could no longer take my eyes off it.

After watching quietly for a while, Wang Qian suddenly reached out and pressed his index finger on Xu Zhixiao's lips.

The fingertips are slightly hard, while the lips are soft, as if they will melt away immediately with just a light touch.

Wang Qian couldn't help rubbing it lightly, and then again.

Xu Zhixiao seemed to feel something in his dream, and hummed slightly.

The thin snorted breath fell on Wang Qian's hand, warm and warm.

Little smiles appeared in Wang Qian's eyes, and his handsome face was a little softer than usual.

He tapped his lips lightly, and said in a low voice, "Sure enough, it's Dai Xu."

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