"Xiaofan, is there anything else you haven't told me?"

Zhang Fan and Jiang Anqi stayed in the study for a while and then sat back on the bed to rest.

"Sister, what are you talking about? What could I have not told you? ”

Zhang Fan was a little strange, but his attention immediately turned to Jiang Anqi beside him.

She now changed into a pink suspender nightdress, the fabric was very thin, the soft arms and long snowy legs were all exposed to the air, and the full breasts were slightly undulating, and she could inadvertently catch a glimpse of the addictive ravine.

"If you don't say it, forget it, come and help me get a massage." After Jiang Anqi finished speaking, she slowly lay down and lay on the bed.

"What?" Zhang Fan swallowed his saliva, Jiang Anqi in front of him was too tempting for him, although he was still just a little boy who had not dried up, but his soul was an old virgin in his thirties.

And Jiang Anqi is no better than other underage girls Zhang Fan has met before, her figure has slowly matured, and the impact of the charm between her gestures is too great for Zhang Fan.

"Xiaofan, what's wrong with you?" Jiang Anqi looked back at Zhang Fan with some doubts, "I went to work for a day yesterday, and now my whole body is sore, you can help me massage it, it is too comfortable after pressing it last time." ”

"Ah, okay." Zhang Fan took his eyes off Jiang Anqi's body and knelt beside her, "Sister, in addition to the shoulders, do you still have to press the back?" ”

"Hmm." Jiang Anqi lay on the bed and buried her head on the pillow.

The fabric of Jiang Anqi's nightdress is very thin, and Zhang Fan can feel her body temperature when he touches her back with his hand.

Weak, delicate and smooth, this is Zhang Fan's first feeling.

Jiang Anqi's figure is slender, but it is not that sickly thin, but Zhang Fan is very comfortable to touch, no, it is very comfortable to press.

Zhang Fan was massaging, and secretly complained in his heart, such a beautiful and slender girl lying in front of him was too torturous for a boy with strong blood.

"Well, Xiaofan, the strength of your massage is just right, it's too comfortable." Jiang Anqi lay on the bed and relaxed, "A little to the left, well, a little more to the right." ”

She didn't realize that because Zhang Fan's massage was a little large, the corners of her sundress were slowly pulled up, and her round buttocks were shyly exposed, but Zhang Fan didn't see it, his eyes were all focused on Jiang Anqi's back.

"Sister, are you alright? Do you still want to press it? Zhang Fan's throat moved slightly, he felt that his palms were heating up, and the temperature of his body was rising.

Jiang Anqi buried her head on the pillow and snorted softly comfortably: "En." ”

Zhang Fan complained bitterly, he was not Liu Xia Hui sitting still, and he didn't believe that there would be a man who would sit still in the face of Jiang Anqi.

"Sister, do you want to press that thigh too?" Zhang Fan secretly glanced at Jiang Anqi's delicate beautiful legs, and found that her skirt was slightly raised, revealing her buttocks.

"Think beautifully, little ghost." Jiang Anqi chuckled lightly and pressed down the corners of her skirt that had risen a little, "Help me press my shoulder." ”

Zhang Fan coughed awkwardly and turned his target to Jiang Anqi's upper body.

"Wait a minute, Xiaofan, my body is a little numb, I'll turn over." Jiang Anqi turned to face Zhang Fan and closed his eyes, "Press it." ”

The beautiful eyelashes tremble slightly, the tip of the delicate nose, the ruddy corners of the mouth, the large areas of snow-white skin exposed under the collar of the V-mouth of the sundress, and the crisp breasts gently rise and fall with the breathing, and the looming furrows make people linger.

……

Unconsciously, Jiang Anqi fell asleep in Zhang Fan's massage, and the sound of even breathing came out of her mouth.

Zhang Fan stopped, his arm was a little sore because of the long-term massage, so he simply lay down beside her gently.

Such a quiet and comfortable feeling was the first time Zhang Fan felt it, and for some reason, he felt that he would have an inexplicable peace of mind when he stayed with Jiang Anqi.

Perhaps this is beauty, the beautiful appearance makes people feel refreshed, and the beautiful heart makes people feel comfortable in the soul, the two are harmonious, the inside and the outside complement each other, and the spirit and the flesh blend with each other.

Zhang Fan fell asleep lying next to Jiang Anqi, in his sleep he dreamed of many people, colleagues, friends and mentors in his previous life, and even Li Muyu with a bright smile, so familiar made him happy, and so strange made him silent, until her voice faded away.

He dreamed of Kang Anqi, dreamed of the scene when he met her for the first time at the playground, and dreamed of the scene when he rescued her.

He also dreamed of the patient's family before his death, the sharp knife slowly enlarged in his pupils......

Zhang Fan woke up, he didn't open his eyes, a tear slowly slipped from the corner of his eye, but he suddenly felt a gentle hand brush the corner of his eye, gently wiping away the tear.

"Xiao Fan, is he having a nightmare? Why are you still crying. Jiang Anqi's weak voice sounded, she moved her body to Zhang Fan's side, curled up and hugged him into her arms.

Zhang Fan's body was stunned, feeling that he had entered a warm embrace, he opened his eyes slightly, and found that his head was facing Jiang Anqi's chest.

"Can't see it...... Can't look at ......" Zhang Fan silently recited Nan Wu Amitabha Buddha in his heart, but his eyes couldn't help but sneak a glance at the beautiful scenery.

However, the burning breath exhaled from the tip of Zhang Fan's nose betrayed himself.

Jiang Anqi felt that Zhang Fan's body in his arms was a little hot, "Xiao Fan won't have a fever, right?" She let go of Zhang Fan and touched Zhang Fan's forehead.

"It's a little hot, so it can't really be a fever." Jiang Anqi's voice was a little eager, and she sat up and prepared to go to her room to get a thermometer.

"Sister, I don't have a fever." Zhang Fan saw that he couldn't pretend to be asleep anymore, so he opened his eyes, "It's just that my body is a little hot." ”

"Why is it hot?" Jiang Anqi was a little puzzled, she sat on the bed and looked at Zhang Fan.

Zhang Fan really didn't dare to look at her eyes, her eyes were pure colors, but her heart was a little dirty, "Sister, I just feel a little hot." ”

Jiang Anqi was suspicious, looked down and found that his shoulder straps had slipped a little, and his breasts were slightly exposed, so he reacted and hurriedly sorted out his clothes.

"Okay, Xiaofan, you actually dare to bully your sister." Jiang Anqi's face was angry, "Is it good-looking?" ”

"Huh? ...... good-looking" Zhang Fan blurted out, and after speaking, he felt that something was wrong, "No...... Not good-looking......"

"You dare to say it's not good-looking?!" Jiang Anqi's eyes widened.

Zhang Fan wanted to cry without tears, and he felt like he couldn't help Jiang Anqi, "Okay...... Good looking......"

Puff~

Jiang Anqi suddenly laughed, and the anger on his face disappeared, "Little ghost, don't learn badly." ”