It has everything, but it is also a building in the middle of a building, living room, dining room, kitchen, bathroom, bedroom, including guest room and bar café seats.

It's simply a few floors downstairs that makes no difference.

Even, the decoration is more exquisite and luxurious.

Is it necessary to make the exact same place in one more move?

This man is really extravagant to the extreme.

Here, eighty percent is of any other use.

Don't care about asking more, Tong Ran first helped the soaked Mo Nanjue into the bedroom, helped him take off the wet clothes on his body, and after putting on the shirt, he was just about to hand him the pants, when the man leaning on the head of the bed suddenly held down her hand, and asked with a look in his eyes, "What, don't massage anymore?"

……

He actually remembers the massage?!

…… She was also secretly glad that he had forgotten about him.

However, it's been so long since he came out, and he has changed his clothes, does he still feel pain?

"You don't speak, do you mean you regret it?" the man let go of her hand and rolled over to the side, "You go out." ”

……

Well, Tong Ran admits that she actually really wants to regret it.

But can't he say anything other than to tell her out?!

And, like this, he ...... How do you feel like a scoundrel?!

The more Tong Ran thought about it, the more he felt that something was wrong, how could it be that he came out of the bathtub just to come here and let her massage him...... That place.

Also, drug toxicity attacks, that place...... Does it really hurt?

Should he ...... Are you lying to her?

"You, I can also press it when you put on your pants," Tong Ran thought for a while, it was better not to go against him, Chen An said that everything should go well, "You sit up, get dressed and I'll help you press it." ”

"I can't sit up, my back hurts. ”

……

He didn't do any strenuous exercise, how could his waist hurt?!

Why did she think he was a scoundrel more and more?!

No, this man has never been passing through!

"Where does your back hurt?"

"Forward waist. ”

Tong Ran helped him up and leaned against the head of the bed, and stretched out his hand again, "Here?"

"A little further down. ”

"This place?"

"A little bit more. ”

"Is this it?"

This conversation was repeated as the man expected, and Tong Ran stretched his hand down as he spoke—

Touching the stiff bulging thing again.

It's even a bit hot.

It was only a little, but it burned her hands like freshly boiled water.

……

Why is that place again?!

Is he just going to hurt here?!

In her opinion, he will be in pain here, not because of the toxicity attack, but because he usually indulges ~desire~excessive~ degrees, right?!

Thinking about it, Tong Ran moved his hand up a little.

"Not there!" Feeling like he was away from the place where he was comfortable, Monan Jue frowned and commanded.

Tong Ran moved his hand down a little.

Ran into it again!

So, she moved up a little more.

If it was repeated several times, the man finally couldn't stand it anymore, and frowned impatiently, "Tong Ran, do you press it?!"

"I ...... Am I not pressing?"

"Pressing?" Mo Nanjue narrowed his eyes, and then grabbed her hand, "Tong Ran, are you provoking ~ teasing me!"

"......" what?

Teasing~ teasing?!

She eats too much, provoking ~ what to tease him?!

"You said it hurts here, and I'm ...... I will touch you, or how could I touch you!" she said, trying to withdraw her grabbed hand, but could not pull it out.