Providing the storefront, buying machines for me, and even funding?
Only fifty percent of the shares?
Isn’t this a huge advantage for me?
Of course, I knew she intentionally wanted to take care of me, which made me a bit embarrassed.
"Oh...so comfortable."
Sister Ying closed her eyes and let out a satisfied moan, "Just , Xiao Xu, harder, yes... hmm..."
She didn’t give me a chance to speak.
I chuckled wryly and said nothing more but silently remembered Sister Ying’s kindness in my heart.
Honestly, she truly is my benefactor.
If it weren’t for Sister Ying, perhaps I’d still be worrying about making ends meet.
All I can do is use all my abilities to make her comfortable!
Thinking of this, my hands pressed on her rounded posterior, giving it my all.
"Good, so comfortable..."
"Xiao Xu, it’s been a while, your massage skills have improved quite a bit."
"No...it feels different than before."
"Your hands are so warm."
Soon, Sister Ying was only able to groan softly, her hands tightly clutching the sheets, her expression extremely satisfied.
In the box left by my grandfather, there was a medical book and a set of silver needles.
What I am using now is a massage technique recorded in that medical book.
It’s called "Yin Yang Hand."
Clearly, this massage technique greatly stimulates the female body, igniting its desires fully.
"Sister Ying, turn over, I’ll massage the front for you."
I knew she wanted this but was too shy to ask.
So, I took the initiative to suggest it.
Sister Ying agreed, twisting her body and flipping over.
Taking a deep breath, my hand moved down her neck, slowly removing her clothes.
Fingers ran along the edge of the ridges and peaks, gradually approaching the crimson summit, kneading through the bra forcefully.
Attacked in sensitive spots, Sister Ying couldn’t handle it, her body arched instantly, lips slightly open, releasing a loud moan, her enticing body writhing on the bed.
"Sister Ying, is your body still this sensitive?"
Women like Sister Ying, at this age, have experienced everything, are wealthy, and surely don’t lack men.
Even if they haven’t done anything for a long time and are a bit sensitive, it wouldn’t be .
But it proves not all wealthy women are like Li Moqiu, playing frivolously.
Sister Ying is still relatively conservative.
Sister Ying glanced shyly at me, smiling wryly and said, "Honestly, since developing with you before, you’ve cured my indifference."
"But besides you, I can’t bring myself to be interested in any other man."
"Even if I did it, it didn’t feel anything."
"Only you... can make me show this side."
I silently nodded, feeling somewhat proud.
Possessing a woman’s body isn’t much, but making her remember you endlessly, love only you, that’s the real skill.
"Sister Ying, let me take off your bra and continue massaging, it’ll be more comfortable."
I held her shoulders, letting her lie down again.
Sister Ying smiled slightly, her face flushed red, with a hint of shyness.
In front of me, she was no longer the high-flying beautiful CEO, commanding the business world, but a shy, tender young lady.
After removing the bra, my hands naturally grasped those snowy beauties.
Without the bra’s restriction, the sensation felt even more enchanting, large, white, and full.
As my fingers continuously stimulated her sensitive points, Sister Ying’s moans grew louder.
Her hands tightly grabbed the sheet, and her beautiful legs intertwined with each other, rubbing together, clearly feeling extremely comfortable from my massage.
"Ah...Xiao Xu, you...you’re incredible."
"Your hands are too lively, I... I feel completely relaxed, like I’m about to fly."
"Ah ah... I’m... I’m so hot."