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With a "bang", the sound of the security door closing sounded outside the house, and after Wu Caixia and Zhong Zhengjiang left, only Wang Bo and Zhong Jiahui were left in the entire small two-bedroom apartment.

The room was quiet all of a sudden, Wang Bo and Zhong Jiahui didn't speak, and Wu Caixia and Zhong Zhengjiang walked like this, which made the two young people who were originally quite comfortable feel a little embarrassed all of a sudden.

The sun is moving at a different angle. A little sunlight shone into the house through the open windows, and happened to fall on Wang Bo's body, so that he was immediately bathed in the warm sunshine of early spring.

Zhong Jiahui, who was sitting on the edge of the bed, saw that Wang Bo was illuminated by the sun through the window, stood up, and said, "The sun is shining on you, I'll close the curtains." ”

Wang Bo waved his hand and said indifferently: "It's okay, Jiahui, the spring sun doesn't shine on people, it's warm and comfortable on the body." ”

"Oh, that's—whatever you want. Zhong Jiahui smiled and sat back on the edge of the bed.

Wang Bo glanced at Zhong Jiahui's desk, and the single photo of the other party standing under the peach blossoms that amazed him last time was still on the desk. Wang Bo said, "Jiahui, do you have a photo album?"

"I ...... None of them are photogenic. Zhong Jiahui said a little cowardly.

"Where is it not photogenic? This one is very photogenic. Wang Bo picked up Zhong Jiahui's photo frame on the desk, examined it again, looked up at Zhong Jiahui and said, "Show it to me, I'm curious about what you looked like when you were a child." ”

Zhong Jiahui bit her lip, blushed and said, "There are a lot of photos that are really not photogenic, don't laugh when you see them." ”

"Definitely not laughing. ”

Zhong Jiahui got up, came to a bookshelf next to the cabinet, reached out and took out a thick photo album the size of a desk calendar, handed it to Wang Bo, and said a little shyly: "A lot of photos are really ugly." ”

Wang Bo put the photo album in front of the desk and flipped through them one by one. The photos are quite complete, covering almost all the trajectories of Zhong Jiahui's growth from infancy to sophomore year of high school. Most of them are solo photos, but there are also photos with their fathers or mothers, as well as family photos. Every time he flipped through one page, Zhong Jiahui, who was standing next to him, whispered two sentences to him, which one was taken at what age and under what circumstances, the number was like a family treasure, and Wang Bo was envious when he heard it. Because he can't remember what he was like as a child. His youngest photograph was a bust on his primary school leaving certificate. His mother, Zeng Fanyu, once told him that when he was one year old, his mother asked a photographer who went to the countryside to leave a picture of him being held in his mother's arms, but it was later lost by his biological father, and his mother was so angry that she cried at that time. Now Wang Bo can only know what he looked like when he was a child from the memories of his mother and maternal uncles.

At first, Wang Bo's attention was always focused on the thick photo album in front of him, but it didn't take long for his eyes to glance at the girl who was close to Chi Qi, and fell on Zhong Jiahui's extremely well-defined side face, on the snow-white neck - around the neck, there was a white round-necked white shirt, covered with a black and red heart-collar sweater, and the afterglow continued to move downward, and then fell on the bulge on the other party's chest, which was already quite large. Occasionally, Wang Bo's afterglow would pass over the other party's shoulders and glance down along the curvaceous back, looking at the two unusually plump, unusually straight/curvy semicircles that he couldn't help but look at secretly whenever he met Zhong Jiahui.

Wang Bo and Zhong Jiahui have not met once or twice, but most of the time, the two meet in the English salon, with other students in their grade. Like today, no one else was alone, and it was the first time since I met each other that I was so close. Listening to Zhong Jiahui's soft-spoken introduction, his eyes felt the allure and beauty of the other party's body curves, and from time to time there were bursts of vague and nonexistent body fragrance from the end of his nose, but it must have come from the other party's body smell, and gradually, Wang Bo felt the strangeness of his body.

"I really don't know which guy will be cheaper!" Wang Bo swallowed his saliva secretly, withdrew his eyes from looking secretly, and said "not angry" in his heart.

And when he thought that such a well-behaved, so cute, and so many seductive curves on her body were destined to be held in her arms by another man who she might or may not know, pressed under her, and doing that male/happy/female love, Wang Bo felt uncomfortable and quite uncomfortable.

But reason told him that this was also a helpless thing. He cannot, and he can't, tie up all the women he fancies, and keep other men from getting involved.

The thick stack of photos was focused on by Wang Bo at the beginning, and finally finished reading it after thinking about it. Wang Bo closed the photo album and said to the girl next to him with a smile: "Lie to me." Hey, Jiahui, have you been your school's class flower and school flower since kindergarten?"

"How can there be!" Zhong Jiahui stomped her feet, a ball of red glow flew up her face, picked up the photo album on the desk and walked towards the bookshelf, and said as she walked, "You Liang Ya has been the school girl since she was a child!"

"I've seen all the photos of Xiaoya, but when she was a child, she wasn't as beautiful as you. Wang Bo said with a smile.

"Are you talking nonsense, Wang Bo, aren't you afraid that I will tell Xiaoya what you just said?" Zhong Jiahui stuffed the album back and said with a smile. Although she understood that what the other party had just said was just a joke complimenting her, she was still happy for some reason.

"Whatever! she won't care. Even in front of me, she said that you are beautiful and have a better body than her. ”

"That's your Liang Ya's modesty. She is 1.7 meters, and I am only 1.65 meters, which one do you say has a good figure?"

Wang Bo immediately said: "Xiao Ya is tall, but she still loses a little weight, unlike you, that ...... That one...... Haha, that everyone understands. Wang Bo wanted to say, "It's not like you Zhong Jiahui ********", but soon realized that for a good girl like Zhong Jiahui, although the words "********" are appropriate, they are still a little too much.

But even so, Wang Bo's words still made Zhong Jiahui's face flushed, and he wanted to scold Wang Bo, but he didn't know how to say it, so in the end, he only glanced at him fiercely and looked his face to the side.

Wang Bo is a person who can't sit for long and wants to lie down. Sitting on the chair, he chatted with Zhong Jiahui for a while, and was illuminated by the warm sun of early spring, and drank two bottles of beer at noon, so he was a little dizzy. In his own home, he must have fallen asleep in bed, but in Zhong Jiahui's house, and in the girl's boudoir, he was not good at acting rashly and sleeping in the bed. Wang Bo squeezed his eyes with his hand and pressed his temples again, trying to sober himself up.

Zhong Jiahui looked at Wang Bo with a tired look, and subconsciously said, "Wang Bo, are you very tired?" "After saying that, I felt inappropriate. The other party is not her mother, but a person of the opposite sex, and she also has a girlfriend. But she couldn't take back what she said, Zhong Jiahui was anxious, and quickly explained, "My mother has a migraine, and I have to press her head every once in a while." My mom said I was pretty good at my craft. ”

Wang Bo didn't expect Zhong Jiahui to propose to press his head, wanted to refuse, and was afraid of hurting the other party's heart, people were frank, as soon as he refused, it seemed that he had a ghost, so he smiled and said: "Ah, Jiahui, do you still have this kind of craft? I drank wine at noon, and I was a little sleepy. After saying that, he yawned cooperatively.

Zhong Jiahui was relieved when she saw Wang Bo agree. As soon as she said what she said just now, she regretted it, in addition to feeling that there was a difference between men and women, which was very inappropriate, she was also worried that Wang Bo would refuse, which would be embarrassing for her as a girl.

"I've only pressed it for my mom, not for anyone else. If you don't press it well, you don't mind. Zhong Jiahui stood up, came to Wang Bo's back, opened her hands, pinched her two thumbs on Wang Bo's temples, massaged it lightly and heavily, and while pressing, she asked softly if Wang Bo's strength was appropriate, whether it was heavy or light, she was so adjustable.

Wang Bo in his previous life, during his foreign trade period, often asked customers to wash their feet and massage, drink flower wine, etc., and was pressed not 100 times but 80 times.

But since he was reborn, he has never enjoyed anyone's massage, and he himself pinched a small foot board for Zhang Jing, who was on his feet, which made him remember deeply and was quite unforgettable.

Wang Bo closed his eyes, relaxed his mind, and enjoyed Zhong Jiahui's head. Although Zhong Jiahui is ******** and has developed two or three years earlier than the average sophomore girl, her hands are quite capable, slender and powerful, and they are pressed on various acupuncture points on her head, which is very comfortable.

Especially when a pair of fingers of the other party falls on his face, the feeling of pressing or pressing, light and heavy touch, like an electric shock, is very comfortable. He was drowsy just a moment ago, and he quickly became refreshed, whether he was drowsy or tired, all of them were gone.

Zhong Jiahui, who had never massaged the opposite sex, had a pounding heart, and was a little restrained at first, but later saw that Wang Bo had his eyes closed, and his face was also a comfortable look, and his nervous mood slowly relaxed, and his hands were more forceful, and he wholeheartedly used his own hands to press or scratch, knock or hit Wang Bo's scalp, back of the neck socket, temples, forehead, etc., more wholeheartedly than when he was serving her mother.

During the massage, Wang Bo was still sitting on the chair at first, and after being comfortable and satisfied, he unconsciously tilted his head back, feeling that his mind was pillowing in a soft "mountain col". The girl was probably too serious and didn't notice that the back of Wang Bo's head was attached to her breasts, or because she was like this when she massaged her mother, she didn't notice anything wrong for a while, or there was some other reason, in short, she didn't move away, just fixed Wang Bo's head with both hands, and massaged it meticulously.

As a result, Wang Bo was able to clearly feel the two soft/soft balls on Zhong Jiahui's chest, which were at least two rounds larger than Liang Ya's "Little Lotus Shows Sharp Corners", and they were the same firm/stiff, full of indescribable elasticity. Wang Bo didn't know why Zhong Jiahui didn't "keep his distance" from him, probably because he was nervous, shy, and dedicated, but Wang Bo realized it, and he understood what was going on very clearly, specifically and slightly. He really wanted to lift the back of his head away from the warm and soft/soft "mountain pass", because this was wrong, he was taking advantage of others, destroying their innocence, and he couldn't play friends with others. He understands the reason, but if he wants his head to leave this "gentle township" immediately, for a while, he is quite reluctant. In the end, Wang Bo, who couldn't leave, had to find an excuse to comfort himself in his heart:

Since Zhong Jiahui doesn't mind, I'd better not make a fuss. overreacted, but it seemed that his heart was not right, which ruined the kindness of others and made people embarrassed.

So, soon, Wang Bo was at ease, and continued to use his own thinking and imagination to describe Zhong Jiahui's treasure in his mind that he could only look at from a distance, could not be played with, and would not belong to him in the future!

Massage is a physical job. Although Zhong Jiahui often pressed Wu Caixia, who suffered from migraines, Wu Caixia felt sorry for her daughter, and usually let Zhong Jiahui go after three or five minutes. This time, Zhong Jiahui, who was fully devoted, massaged Wang Bo for more than a quarter of an hour, until the other party began to gasp uncontrollably, and the exhaled hot breath sprayed on Wang Bo's hair one after another, and Wang Bo, who was enjoying it, came to his senses.

"Alright, Jiahui, I'm in much better spirits now. Thank you ha, the craftsmanship is awesome and very comfortable. Wang Bo opened his eyes, sat up, turned his head to look, and saw Zhong Jiahui, who was flushed, sweating, and panting, and was immediately taken aback, and said very apologetically, "Ah, I'm sorry, Jiahui, I'm tired of you, right? You wait, I'll go to the bathroom and get a towel for you to wipe your sweat." ”

"It's okay, Wang Bo, I'm not tired, it's just a little hot. Zhong Jiahui shook her head and said, but Wang Bo had already stood up and hurriedly walked out of the bedroom.

Zhong Jiahui touched his forehead and found that his forehead was full of sweat, which really exhausted him just now. When she pressed it for seven or eight minutes, she felt that her feet were soft, but when she saw the comfortable look on Wang Bo's face, she couldn't bear to stop, so she could only grit her teeth and persevere, and she didn't even realize when the back of Wang Bo's head came into contact with her chest, until Wang Bo got up and left, and as soon as she relaxed, she suddenly realized that Wang Bo's head just now seemed to be raised from her chest.

"Ah, I'm really ashamed!" Zhong Jiahui let out a low cry, hurriedly covering her hot, sweaty face with both hands, and suddenly fell on her bed. (To be continued.) )