The next thing went naturally, Fang Qingxi used her hands to untie the actor's belt, and it wasn't just that, her hands went down when the actor was caught off guard.

The cold fingers touched the heat inside through the thin fabric, which instantly made the actor excited, and his whole body was numb, and he pressed the girl's hand that tried to get in, and his voice was hoarse: "Xixi, don't make trouble." ”

Fang Qingxi hooked her lips and smiled: "Don't be afraid, Lord Actor, I will make you very comfortable." ”

In the end, the secret layer of fabric was also picked open by Fang Qingxi with both hands.

She lay sideways beside Zhou Mingrui, kissing him, but the movements of her hands did not stop.

The man's face was as red as a pool of spring water.

Enjoy the pleasure that the girl brings him.

For half an hour, Fang Qingxi was so tired that she could only slump on the sofa, she was facing the sofa with her back to the man, and her hands were still twitching.

Sure enough, what you want to get, you need to give.

If she wants to get favorability, she has to work hard.

With the actor's favorite hands and her favorite her, he brought him a physical pleasure and spiritual pleasure.

"What's wrong, tired?" The waist was surrounded by a pair of big palms, the man's face was full of hunger, and his slender eyes were slightly narrowed, obviously satisfied.

Fang Qingxi: "You said that I was not tired, after a long time, you didn't go down at all, but it got bigger and bigger." ”

The slender fingers were held in the palm of the man's hand, and the woman was also picked up by him: "I'll go wash you." ”

After doing things, the hands have not been cleaned, the room is full of this smell, squeeze the hand sanitizer, wash her seriously, slowly knead each finger, and massage her.

"Is it still sour?" The man leaned close to her ear arc and stuck out his tongue to lick it ||Lick it, then asked.

Fang Qingxi was made by him like this, only to feel that his whole body was numb, not only did he snort, but frowned: "What do you say, my hands can't be stretched now." ”

I thought that one hand would be enough to help him do that kind of thing.

Obviously, she overestimated herself and underestimated Zhou Mingrui.

Zhou Mingrui: "Okay, wash it up, I'll kiss it." ”

The actor took the girl's hand and gently kissed it on it, looking at the girl's eyes full of cherishment.

After washing her hands, she put the girl on the bed and continued to massage her fingers, and after ten minutes, the soreness in her hands disappeared a lot.

The actor held her palm and said, "Your hands are inconvenient today, so I will make dinner." ”

Fang Qingxi looked at him suspiciously, obviously not believing, and asked, "You're going to make dinner?" ”

The gaze moved to his hands, which were distinctly jointed, and looked like the hands that played the piano and held a scalpel, and it didn't look like he could cook dinner.

And as far as she knows, the actor doesn't cook dinner, so: "Your first time cooking?" ”

Zhou Mingrui nodded: "Although it is the first time to cook, looking at the recipe, I don't think it is very difficult to cook." ”

Fang Qingxi was silent.

She didn't want to dampen the enthusiasm of the actor, and she didn't tell her that cooking had nothing to do with personal ability and wit, it depended on talent.

Some people can do well in the first cooking, and then they become top chefs when they practice more.

And some people, who may be cooking for the first time, will blow up the kitchen.

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