Chapter 67: Magic Hand Massage

Chapter 67
Entering the study, Zhang Ruining threw herself on the sofa bed.
After lying down, the soreness is relieved. Zhou Yang looked around with his hands behind his back.
"Sister Ning, your study is really high-quality!" Zhou Yang exclaimed sincerely.
As soon as he entered the house, he felt a quaint smell. All the furniture is made of huanghuali. According to the ancient study layout, it is divided into two entrances. There is a museum shelf in the middle. On the top, there are celadon produced in the official kiln of the Song Dynasty.
"Don't look at what Sister Ning's background is!" Zhang Ruining said with some pride, "Although I have done many careers now, I have always been making antiques."
"By the way, Xiao Yangzi, if you are very free, why not come and take care of Baolin Zhai! Sister is serious." Zhang Ruining sat up from the sofa bed.
She crooked and put the pivot on her right arm.
The loose casual top is slightly sagging, revealing a more beautiful style. Zhou Yang glanced at it and twisted his eyes unnaturally.
Zhang Ruining caught his gaze, looked down, his face suddenly flushed.
"Smelly boy, where do you look!" Zhang Ruining groaned.
Zhou Yang spread his hands and said, "Not intentionally!"
"Does it look good?" Zhang Ruining suddenly made fun of him.
Does this handsome little boy know amorous feelings?
"Good-looking!" Zhou Yang replied calmly.
"Go to hell!" Zhang Ruining didn't expect he would say so, grabbed the pillow on the sofa bed and threw it at Zhou Yang.
Zhou Yang turned his head to avoid it, grabbed the pillow and smiled: "Sister, you don't hurt anymore, do you?"
"Hey... it's starting again, come and press it for me, let me see if you are bragging." Zhang Ruining lay face down, showing the smooth back.
Zhou Yang came to the sofa bed and drank in his heart: "Magic hand skills, activate."
"I can start." Zhou Yang's hand gently stroked Zhang Ruining's back through the clothes.
At that moment, Zhang Ruining only felt that two streams of heat had penetrated into the body from the pores in an instant. It was sour and itchy, but there was some inexplicable desire in his heart.
"Little Yangzi, you...what do you have in your hands?" Zhang Ruining hummed with a tilted face.
Zhou Yang naturally couldn't tell the truth, so he said perfunctorily: "I used to learn qigong from an old Taoist priest. What you said might be... Qi."
Sorry, I planted the pot on Qigong again.
Zhou Yang smiled bitterly in his heart.
"Then you go ahead!" Zhang Ruining closed his eyes.
Zhou Yang's slender and powerful fingers lightly pressed against Zhang Ruining's shoulder, and the fingers jumped on her tight muscles like beating notes.
A stream of heat flowed out of the fingers and kept getting into Zhang Ruining's body.
"Ah... so cool, sour..." Zhang Ruining was comfortable and began to hum loudly.
"Above, a little bit above!"
"A little bit below..."
"The whole back...your technique is really good...ah, here, it's so sour, press a few more times." Zhang Ruining felt that the pores all over his body were breathing hard.
But soon, this refreshing tastes a little off.
A certain desire she had suppressed in her body for many years seemed to be moving around, intending to burst out.
Zhou Yang fully expanded the magic hand skills and massaged with all his strength.
Zhang Ruining's cry began to change.
"Ah...no, I can't do it!"
"Little Yangzi...you...you lighten up, slow down...well..."
Zhang Ruining's face has been buried in the sofa bed and dare not lift it up.
Because the face has burned out of place.
"Stop!" Zhang Ruining cried out.
Zhou Yang slowly withdrew his hand: "What's wrong? Ning sister, is the strength stronger?"
Zhang Ruining covered her face and raised her head, squeezing a word from the gap between her fingers: "Let me... let me slow down."
"Okay!" Zhou Yang knew the power of the magic hand, but didn't intend to make her foolish, so he turned the topic to the layout of the study.
"Sister Ning, why is your decorative wall empty?" Zhou Yang found that there was no decoration on a large wall directly opposite the desk.
Zhang Ruining panted and said, "It will fill up soon, sister... bought a painting and prepared to hang it."
"Well, that must be an incredible painting." Zhou Yang commercial touted, "As Ning's status, ordinary paintings are not worthy of you!"
This sentence seemed to arouse Zhang Ruining's heartache.
She smiled bitterly and shook her head and said, "What status does Ning have? Those who know me say that I am a strong woman from scratch, and those who don't know all say that I slept with me all the way to get up. What can I do?"
"Sister Ning, don't expect everyone to praise you! We don't have to live for those who deliberately insult us, are you right?" Zhou Yang said calmly.
Zhang Ruining looked at his handsome face and sighed: "I didn't expect you to live to understand. But you don't understand, Little Yangzi, when you reach a certain position, you will actually live a face. Otherwise, Sister Ning will not have to So tired!"
"It's okay, I'll give you a good time for a while, and promise that you won't have soreness in a month." Zhou Yang smiled and came to Zhang Ruining's back.
Now their postures have changed.
Before Zhang Ruining was lying on his stomach, Zhou Yang bent over.
Zhang Ruining is sitting now, and Zhou Yang is standing behind her.
This posture is more suitable for exerting force.
When Zhou Yang's hand stroked Zhang Ruining's shoulder again, the feeling of heat rushing again appeared.
Zhang Ruining was enjoying the unprecedented comfort, while holding his legs tightly together, trembling slightly, resisting the feeling of shame.
After half a minute, Zhang Ruining couldn't help it anymore and opened his mouth to shout.
It's like crying, and laughing, and crying like being tickled to the limit.
Afterwards, Zhang Ruining collapsed on the sofa bed, her face flushed like a red cloud in the sky.
"Little Yangzi..." Zhang Ruining patted the position beside him, "Sit down and my sister will ask you something."
Zhou Yang didn't doubt he was there, and sat down calmly.
The two were close to each other, skin to skin.
At that moment, the pair of men and women seemed to be overpowered.
Zhang Ruining was completely comfortable, but her shouts brought Zhou Yang's evil fire up.
Now he is also impatient and dry.
"Sister, ask!" Zhou Yang didn't dare to look directly at Zhang Ruining's eyes like water.
"Who did you learn this technique from?" Zhang Ruining seemed to have a bit of anger.
"I said, it was taught to me by an old Taoist!" Zhou Yang continued to lie.
"That old Taoist priest is definitely not a good thing!" Zhang Ruining's face sank, "And you, you are not a good thing either!"
Zhou Yang was stunned.
"Haha, you also know that you are afraid!"
The next moment, Zhang Ruining burst into a hearty laugh.
Zhou Yang's expression just now was so cute, Zhang Ruining couldn't help it.
Only then did Zhou Yang realize that he was scared.
"Sister, is it really good for you to be like this? After all, I just massaged you, so you treated me like this?" Zhou Yang cried out wronged.
Zhang Ruining raised her head, showing her beautiful neckline, and said proudly: "I am a woman, you are a man, you have to let me!"
If Zhang Ruining's colleague is here, he will definitely drop his jaw.
In their minds, Mr. Zhang, the strong woman who did not change color in front of Mount Tai, had such a feminine side.
See you a long time ago.