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Chapter 12 Balsam

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    The lantern flower crackled and exploded, Yan Ji felt that the light was dazzlingly bright.

    She leaned closer to him and unfastened the straps of his pajamas.

    Yanji raised her eyes and saw a small soft white arc showing from her loose neckline.

    The bellyband is snow-blue, and the soft flesh under her clothes is blindingly white, sinking into the pitch-black shadow.

    See no evil, see no evil

    However, he took a second look before looking away.

    Zi Ning didn't notice, she unbuttoned his clothes with lowered eyes, and pulled the sleeves to take them off.

    He was sitting facing her with his bare upper body, and he was practicing internal martial arts. His muscles were not exaggerated, his lines were smooth and beautiful, rising and falling with his breathing, there was a danger of introversion.

    Yanji glanced at the tip of her ear.

    famous.

    But there seemed to be nothing on her face.

    She opened the lid, took a little translucent grease with her fingertips, and spread it evenly in the palm of her hand.

    First, his wrist got better.

    Covering his snow-white and creamy hands and touching them, the grease on the palms was spread, and there was a slight coolness, and the thin palm lines ran over his wrists.

    The muscles on Yanji's arms tensed, and he couldn't help sighing.

    Zi Ning lowered his head and concentrated on applying the balm, and asked while applying the balm, "Master, do you feel better?"

    Yanji didn't speak.

    He gathered his fingertips together and clenched them into fists.

    Obviously she touched his wrist, but he felt his cheeks were hot and his chest was itchy.

    He held his breath and continued to wait.

    After Zi Ning finished applying the ointment on his arms, he could feel the small dry cracks being moisturized and smoothed.  In addition, she has a little illusion.

    He seems to be getting hotter and hotter.

    But he remained motionless.

    The palm of her hand was dipped in ointment, and she placed it on his shoulders to ensure that every inch of skin could be covered. She pressed her palm against his flesh and repeatedly rubbed it evenly.

    Yan and Adam's apple roll.

    She was almost snuggled up beside him.

    Especially this location made him a little anxious: right next to the bed.

    Her hands were on his shoulders, like a gesture of dependence, but except for her hands, she never touched him at all.

    He could feel her temperature and hear her heartbeat.  Very stable, not suffering mania like him.

    He could smell the aroma of the grease, the same smell as when she came back last night.  The ointment that moisturized the skin became like burning hot oil, and his whole body ached and burned.

    It was impossible for Zining to ignore it, but she knew that Yanji would not move.

    His body is out of control, but his heart never loses control.

    Then it was the neck, chest, waist and abdomen. She dipped in the grease and smeared it on his body with gentle gestures.

    He took a long breath, raised his head and whispered, "Itch."

    "Heavier, too light."

    Zi Ning's palms were firmly attached to his abdominal muscles.

    He suddenly tensed up, and then slowly relaxed with his breathing, and his lower abdomen slowly rose and fell.

    Then it was the back, she pushed him to turn around, Yanji followed suit, her hand touched his back, and his breath became heavier and heavier.

    From the shoulder blades, down the spine, and finally the lower back, he flinched before sighing in a low voice: "Zining."

    There was an itch in her ear.

    He stretched out his crossed legs, rolled up his trousers and said to her: "It's really useful, continue."

    Zi Ning put his hand on his calf.

    She suddenly remembered that in the brothel, a sister taught her how to serve people the day before the first night.

    Those words were scattered and almost forgotten.

    Anyway, with such a master, those skills are useless.

    It's just that there is one sentence that she always remembers firmly, women must protect themselves, and remember not to be taken by men at will.

    Ke Zining closed his eyes.

    She now feels that the master is the flower of the high mountain, which is beyond reach.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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