Chapter 52: Ziqing's tenderness

Chapter 52: Ziqing's Tenderness
"Sister Cheng, you always follow Mu... Boss Mu?" The blindfolded Zhou Yang asked as he smeared the atmosphere.
"I'm a martial arts gym!" Sister Cheng hummed, "and... my name is... Cheng Xiaoman."
Inexplicably, Cheng Xiaoman didn't want this handsome guy to call himself "sister".
"Okay, Xiaoman!"
"Then... what are you... doing?" Cheng Xiaoman asked with a harp.
"I...a gardener!" Zhou Yang became addicted to role-playing.
"Oh..." Cheng Xiaoman was not good at words, and had nothing to say after listening.
Of course, she was basically unable to speak anymore.
If Zhou Yang took off the exercise belt, he would find that Cheng Xiaoman's eyes were full of water vapor at this moment, his face was flushed, his mouth was slightly open, and he gasped softly and quickly.
But Zhou Yang's attention was all focused on using techniques to stimulate the effectiveness of safflower oil, and he couldn't even bother to understand Cheng Xiaoman's state.
Cheng Xiaoman suddenly pushed Zhou Yang away and staggered into the bathroom.
Zhou Yang stood there in shock, not knowing what happened.
After a long time, Cheng Xiaoman walked out slowly.
There was a hint of sweat on her forehead, a smile on her face, and her breathing calmed down.
"Back?" Zhou Yang asked, tilting his head.
"Come back!" Cheng Xiaoman sat down slowly and let out a long breath.
Thinking of the scene just now, she was almost ashamed. Zhou Yang's hand seemed to contain magic power, which made her unable to extricate herself...
"Then let's continue!" Zhou Yang listened to the voice to distinguish his position, and poured the oil on his palm to start the massage.
"No! Don't!" Cheng Xiaoman exclaimed, jumped up from the chair, and grasped Zhou Yang's wrist tightly, "I...I have enough, it's okay! That...I have something to do, let's go!"
Cheng Xiaoman was in an unprecedented panic, and hurriedly stuffed the personal belongings scattered on the chair into his bag.
She turned her head and glanced at Zhou Yang, who was blindfolded in the practice belt, and the corners of her mouth were slightly raised.
This boy is very simple.
Cheng Xiaoman took two steps forward, gently stretched his already unobstructed arm, and hugged Zhou Yang's waist. The muscle lines at the beginning made her a little reluctant to let go.
"Zhou Yang, thank you. My phone number is...I have time to contact!" Cheng Xiaoman whispered in Zhou Yang's ear, picked up the bag and left quickly.
Zhou Yang sat down slowly, still did not take off the practice belt.
Because the system issued a prompt.
"Please choose the skill to realize the host!"
"This time the mission initiator didn't give a score. Why can I choose to realize it?" Zhou Yang wondered.
"Uh, the right of explanation lies in this system!"
"Then you explain."
"This system doesn't want to explain. Does the host choose? If not, skip it."
"Choose, must!" Zhou Yang said hastily.
"Then I... choose to realize the magic hand." Zhou Yang said after thinking about it.
The system was silent for a while and asked: "I thought the host would choose boxing to realize it."
"Of course not!" Zhou Yang said confidently, "I am the strongest male god, and my hands are the gospel of all women. Of course I have to realize it."
"Ding, congratulations to the host, you have obtained the magic hand skill bonus, please use it carefully to avoid unexpected consequences."
Zhou Yang raised his index finger and together. Although he was blindfolded, he could still feel the coolness of the palms of his hands.
His hands are changing.
"Can the skill be turned off by itself? The system..."
"can!"
"It's kind of humane."
After saying this in his heart, Zhou Yang realized that someone was close to him.
The taste is very familiar.
"Guess who I am?" The other party walked around behind Zhou Yang, covered his eyes with the practice belt, and deliberately changed his voice.
Oh, I like this kind of game.
Zhou Yang's mouth curled slightly: "Are you Zhu Yuzhen?"
"wrong!"
"Han Xiaoting?"
"wrong!"
"He Xiaoyun?"
"It's not right, right, right, right! It's all wrong, you say again, if you say it's bad, I can't forgive you!" Mu Ziqing behind her became anxious, and her original voice came out.
Zhou Yang pretended to think hard, and then suddenly realized: "Oh, I know!"
"Who am I?" Mu Ziqing asked with wide-eyed eyes without realizing that she had been exposed.
"We were rolling the sheets in the hotel room not long ago. Did you forget?" Zhou Yang teased deliberately, "At that time someone pretended to be drunk..."
"Stop, stop, stop talking!" Mu Ziqing was ashamed to grab Zhou Yang's ear, "Furthermore, I will pull your ear off and make you an ear."
Zhou Yang sighed, "I'll become disabled if I pull it off, do you support me?"
"I raise you!" Mu Ziqing said confidently, "Three dog biscuits a day, and then take you out for a walk every day!"
"Okay, you, treat me as a dog?" Zhou Yang's mouth was filled with a sinister smile.
Mu Ziqing chuckled non-stop: "Huh, you know who I am if you blindfold it? Don't you dare to say it's not a dog nose?"
Zhou Yang bit his lip and thought for a while, and then seriously said, "It really isn't. You have a special smell. As long as you have a normal sense of smell, you can easily tell it."
When Mu Ziqing heard it, she became energetic: "Then tell me, what's the smell on my body? Is it an intoxicating body fragrance?"
Smelly Zhouyang, those who are acquainted will praise my old lady, otherwise I will never let you go.
"It's a... iconic taste." Zhou Yang seems to be thinking about how to describe it. "If you have to find a word to describe it, it should be called-Huxiang."
"What what?" Mu Ziqing didn't understand.
"The fragrance of the fragrance, the fox's fox!" Zhou Yang added so badly.
"Well, Zhou Yang, dare to entertain me, you are dead!" Mu Ziqing became angry and straddled Zhou Yang with a fist.
Zhou Yang was going to take a bath, her upper body was stripped off, and Mu Ziqing was also wearing cool suspenders.
Zhou Yang grabbed Mu Ziqing's wrist, and Mu Ziqing felt a tide rising from her body, and she fell into Zhou Yang's arms with soreness.
Don’t have a beautiful posture.
"Zhou Yang...you let me go..." Mu Ziqing cried.
"Don't let go!"
"Please, Zhou Yang!" Mu Ziqing began to twist.
This time, Zhou Yang couldn't bear it.
When I just rubbed the medicine on Cheng Xiaoman, I was fully absorbed and had no other thoughts.
But now, a young and beautiful hot body is twisting in his arms, he is not Liu Xiahui, how can he sit still?
The body temperature is rising, and the atmosphere is getting more and more ambiguous.
It seems that the scene that could not be continued in the hotel room tends to be completed here.
"Zhou Yang...Kiss me!" Mu Ziqing whispered in his ear, confused and sentimental.
Zhou Yang opened the exercise belt on his eyes, picked up Mu Ziqing and walked into the bathroom.
"Zhou Yang, don't be here!" Mu Ziqing shook her head desperately, with a bit of reason left.
"Who makes you unable to control yourself..." Zhou Yang roared and locked the door with his backhand.
At this moment, Mu Ziqing completely gave up treatment.
After the brave performance on the ring, Mu Ziqing's heart was already engraved with Zhou Yang's shadow, which could not be erased.
If she becomes his woman like this, it seems to be a good choice.