"Then, get off me," Yu Zexiao also blinked his eyes, but his hands were still supporting her soft waist. A flash in his eyes, hmm, this position was actually quite nice...
"Oh, oh..." Jian Anning then realized, belatedly, that she was still lying on top of Yu Zexiao. She scrambled off him in a fluster, while Yu Zexiao watched her slightly dazed yet blushing face, not knowing why, he found it somewhat amusing.
He raised an eyebrow, gave her a glance, his gaze brimming with boundless seductive intent, and hummed softly, "Mm, it’s all on you now—"
Having just gotten off him, and seeing that soul-stirring, seductive look of his, Jian Anning almost melted on him again... This man, could he not be so enchanting! Hence, it’s not always a good thing for a man to be too handsome!
She slowly got off him, watched him turn around, and lie on the bedsheet. His hair was a bit messy and fluffy. His back was fair and smooth, his shoulders muscular, broad-shouldered with long legs, his waist and abdomen tight and slender. The white briefs he was wearing were also tight. The soft fabric clung to his good looking figure, revealing it without hiding anything.
Jian Anning hurriedly gathered her increasingly wild emotions, took a deep breath, and gradually approached him as he lay there...
Lying on Jian Anning’s soft pillow, with every breath, he was surrounded by her fragrant scent. Yu Zexiao was somewhat looking forward to it, wondering how she would "serve" him?
Just as he was perplexed, a soft, smooth hand gently landed on his temple, tender fingertips applying gentle pressure, spiraling outwards. Between the suppleness, it dispersed his fatigue in an instant.
Although it wasn’t direct O-O-X-X action, such a gentle and soothing massage also relieved the nervous tension recently caused by his irregular eating habits and drinking. Moreover, he was surrounded by the faint scent of Jian Anning.
After her fingertips massaged his temples, they slowly moved down to his shoulders. This is where the physical difference between a man and a woman showed—no matter how good Jian Anning’s technique was, she was still a woman, without much strength. When her tender palms moved to his shoulders, the comfortable feeling on Yu Zexiao, which had nearly put him to sleep, suddenly ignited! The places her smooth fingers touched felt like an odd sense of skin contact, not so much massaging as tickling.
—It tickled him to the core, becoming more and more uncomfortable, like a small spark that she teased into a roaring flame!
All of a sudden, he opened his mouth and said, "I’m feeling a bit ticklish—"
Perhaps because his face was still buried in the pillow, his voice sounded muffled, with a hint of post-weakness coquetry.
"You’re ticklish?" Jian Anning was taken aback, stopping her hands, "Where, tell me."
"Further down—" Since the woman was pretending not to understand, he decided to play along.