As soon as Su Tang heard this, he was so frightened that he immediately jumped up!

"You're welcome, no need!"

Jun Si'an easily clasped her ankles, and his hand was surprisingly slender.

As soon as he pulled hard, Su Tang was dragged back by him.

"No, Mr. Jun, can't I don't want money, you, you, you let go!"

"Turn your back on me."

"I don't!"

"Back, yes, me!"

"Don't ...... Don't do this...... I really don't want money anymore! ”

Jun Si'an clasped Su Tang's shoulder with his palm, and with a slight pull, he turned Su Tang around and pressed her moving upper body.

His palm held Su Tang's arm, kneading and relaxing it delicately, feeling the muscle lines in her slender upper arm.

Su Tang only felt the feeling of the muscles in his arm, which was sore and comfortable, as well as the scorching temperature of Jun Si'an's palm.

She couldn't help but joke: "It turns out that President Junda still massages?" ”

"Talk less." Jun Si'an's dry voice was hoarse.

"Why are you losing 10,000 yuan to me, and you don't want to talk to me?" Su Tang despised it, "Stingy ghost, drink cold water!" ”

At this moment, he was a little glad that Su Tang had his back to him, otherwise he would definitely expose the ...... that was gradually surging in his eyes

Dark desire.

Raising his eyes to look at Su Tang's side face, his gaze finally fell behind her ear, where sweat was condensed, and small wisps slid down, down her slender neck, buried in the unknowable depths.

Jun Si'an's Adam's apple also slid up and down.

He took a deep breath, trying to keep his unsteady mind under control.

At this moment, Jun Si'an was kneeling on one knee on the yoga mat in a half-kneeling position, and Su Tang was sitting in front of him, and the distance between the two was no more than ten centimeters.

In this posture, he seemed to be able to hug Su Tang into his arms as long as he stretched out his hand slightly.

She smelled of sweat mixed with her, and there was a strange charm to it.

It is reminiscent of a sweltering summer afternoon, in a slightly damp old house, with dim light, mottled yellowed walls, and tangled sheets.

It should be accompanied by the seductive blues female vocals on the old-fashioned gramophone, the whiskey bottle from last night's drink on the floor, and two pairs of staggered shoes, tearing and biting each other.

It was a kind of indulgence called depravity, indulgence, sexuality.

Jun Si'an's heart was beating fast, the blood seemed to be flowing backwards, and even his breathing, which had been steady, became disordered.

His trembling fingertips were about to touch Su Tang's waist uncontrollably.

Su Tang waved his arms, turned around and looked at him with a smile: "It's okay, big president, I can't see that you still have this hand, open a massage parlor?" I go to your place every day for great health care! ”

Su Tang's smiling face suddenly enlarged in front of Jun Si'an's eyes, suffocating his breath.

Then he quickly lowered his eyes, lowered his sleeves and stood up, even taking two steps back.

"You want to be beautiful." He tried his best to speak in the smoothest voice, but he couldn't restrain the tightness of his throat and the desire that surged to the tip of his heart.

Su Tang didn't notice Jun Si'an's abnormality, but just raised his eyebrows and stood up.

Her legs were still a little sore, and she leaned down.

Seeing this, Jun Si'an subconsciously reached out to catch her arm.

Su Tang's fingertips happened to be on his wrist, moved his fingers, and looked at him suspiciously: "Why is your heart beating so fast?" ”

Jun Si'an withdrew his hand without a trace, "It's your heart beating too fast, right?" ”

Su Tang touched her pulse, no, her heart rate was quite normal.

"That's all for today, let's go back."

Jun Si'an almost fled in a hurry.