528-Paris' special psychological counseling

After Ace ran back to the room, he was not tired, but finally faced the problem of being stunned on the court.

‘Is it really a problem with me? Isn’t it really a distorted person? Isn’t it true? Do you like this feeling of giving hope to the enemy and crushing them?’ Ace was lying in the bathtub and frowned and thought.

"Hey! Paris, do you know a psychologist?" Ace finally thought about it and decided to receive a psychological treatment, at least to ensure that he will move forward in this playoffs.

Speaking of Paris, she is now following Ace every game, to be precise, every away game, because the Hilton Hotel has completely sponsored the Clippers' itinerary, and in order to communicate with Ace, Paris must be in the away hotel every away game.

"What's wrong? Is there any problem? I just wanted to come to find you!" Paris was standing in front of the mirror and adjusting her evening dress while talking on the phone.

"Forget it, you'd better come here!" Ace hung up the phone and sank his head into the water.

He had to think about it carefully. He knew very well in his heart about the problems of this playoffs and knew very well. If he couldn't win the championship, he would have a big impact. If he couldn't win the championship next year, then he said he had no face to hang out on the court.

Now he is discovering how arrogant the decision he made is. It is such an unreliable thing to want to create miracles by his own strength. And he also knows that in the defense in the playoffs, the opponent's analysis of him is becoming more and more thorough, just like he habitually looks at his left toe before every breakthrough, and inadvertently squints when shooting.

Not to mention doing the opposite, it is said that it is habitual. It is okay to attack it occasionally, but how can you do it deliberately throughout the game? How much energy is to lose? It is not as convenient as assisting players.

Moreover, it is difficult to enter the playoffs this time. Even if they enter the second round, they will have to face the winners of the Spurs and Hornets. However, Ace hopes to meet the Spurs, and he will definitely be paying attention to them at once.

Just as she was thinking, she heard the sound of the door opening. Without Ace's thinking, it was Paris who came in. This is her hotel, can she not have a room card? "Here!" Ace called out in the bathroom.

Paris pushed open the bathroom door and looked at Ace's somewhat decadent look. Then she realized that what Ace said was true. She thought Ace was chasing her.

Paris halfway down on the edge of the prototype bathtub, gently stroked Ace's arm on the table, "What's wrong, who made you angry!" Paris asked softly.

"Oh, it's a long story!" Ace adjusted her body, and Paris also put her legs on the side of the platform in real time and let Ace lean on it.

The bright black high heels were soaked in the bathtub with crystal clear feet. The smooth skin on his legs was rubbing Ace's back from time to time. Paris also sat up straight this time, helping Ace rub his temples, listening to him talking about the strange disease he had suffered in the past half season.

"You tell me, what's wrong with me? Do you need to see a psychologist?" Ace asked Paris about it from beginning to end, raising his head.

"Aren't you asking?" Paris said hilariously, sticking out her tongue.

"Ah!" Ace looked at Paris sitting next to the bathhouse incredibly.

"I have a law degree and psychology degree from New York University, but it's just useless!" Paris smiled: "Then now, you are my first client, and I'm an hourly salary here! Are you sure you want to consult?"

"Don't joke with me!" Ace asked with a frown. He was really thinking about it now.

"Of course I haven't lie to you anymore, but I want to provide you with spiritual counseling!" Paris said, bent down and bit Ace's ear and said, "I want to provide you with deep psychological counseling!"

"Okay, be good, stop making trouble!" Ace said angrily.

"Dear, don't worry, I'll leave it to me. You just need to cooperate with me. I'm serious. Haven't you studied psychology yourself? But most of you are in the attack, a little dark, and I'm a serious psychotherapist, and I still take photos." Paris didn't care about Ace's current attitude, but slid into the water and hugged Ace from behind.

"Okay, my dear, tell me about your recent pressure." Paris gently bit Ace's shoulder, her hands kept touching Ace's chest, and her voice was full of temptation.

"Is this your new therapy?" Ace believed it a little. At least Paris wouldn't joke with him about this, and he himself thought this treatment was very good.

And he also knew that he was really under too much pressure, but he was deliberately suppressed by himself, so he probably seduced her if he found a psychotherapist and gave her some alternative treatment methods in the office.

"That's right, my dear, tell me what you want to say and what you don't want to say. I'm your secret safe!" Paris said in Ace's ear temptingly.

"Did you tell me to believe you completely?" Ace chuckled undeniably, but he clamped Paris' legs on his waist and gently stroked it, feeling the seductive texture.

"No! I am your slave! I should bear all the dissatisfaction of my master!" Paris said with some excitement, tightly tying Ace with her legs, and her body began to rub Ace's back constantly behind her.

It was originally a shoulderless evening dress, but after Paris rubbed her back, it was already piled up on her waist. Apart from this evening dress, there was nothing else on her body. Of course, jewelry was not included. Paris was simply providing zero-distance psychological counseling services to Ace at this time.

"Haha, okay, then how do you help me release all the pressure?" Ace slid and pulled Paris over directly, then he sat directly on his stomach. "If this is not enough!" Ace lifted Paris's skirt directly onto her waist, adjusted the positions of the two, and felt the heat of Paris's private parts.

"I said, this is a special treatment method, this is just the first half!" Paris knelt in front of Ace. "Master, don't worry, let you experience it slowly!"

Ace nodded as he looked at Paris like this and then squinted his eyes gently, waiting for Paris' arrangements.

Paris lay on Ace's top, licking Ace's lips, neck, and earlobes with her lilac tongue, while the hissing story was explaining to Ace's theory that she had obtained at this time.

Ace now truly believed that Paris was a psychiatrist. Judging from his analysis, it was also revealed that Ace actually wanted to completely destroy this playoffs and create history.

Ace was afraid that he would not win the championship from the beginning. If that were the case, the higher he climbed, the harder he fell. It would be better to trip up on the flat road early, so he had the heart of a negative competition.

Yes, it is the mind of a negative game, rather than the audience who feels like being in the field and jumping out of the field. On the court, it is not the brain that is executing the body, but the body commands the brain. He just needs to watch it.

"Dear, is that true?" Paris was not suitable. She had found a bucket of ice cubes by the bathtub, gently took out one and slid it gently on Ace's lips, then slowly slid like water, along Ace's chest, and downwards in Paris's palm.

When Paris held the golden cudgel as hard as steel, her legs pressed against Ace's knees unnaturally tightened. She rubbed her gently and then moaned in Ace's ear.

"Am I afraid of failure?" Ace's eyes were a little confused. He enjoyed Paris's alternative temptation at this time. He gently hugged Paris and bit her chest gently.

The textured weapon was rubbed between the teeth, and she unconsciously used some force. Paris screamed, but she pressed Ace's head tightly on her chest. It was not until Ace let go that she let go of her tighter arms. Then her body trembled and collapsed into the bathtub. She was bitten by Ace, which actually made her excited to the peak.

"No, you are not afraid of failure, but you are not confident in yourself!" Paris put his hands on Ace's neck and gasped for several breaths before saying, but he didn't care about the tooth mark on his chest. Sometimes he even used the tooth mark on his body and the scratches on his body to compare with Nikki as a spoil afterwards.

"Then why am I not confident in myself? I now have two championship rings, one Olympic champion, and countless MVP trophys. I don't have anything else in the league!" Ace said, grabbing Paris's hair and pulling it back, making Paris raise her head, kiss her fiercely, and attack greedily.

"No, no, these are just garbage. What you want is not these, these are just accessories to you, like watches, mobile phones, and attachments like this. What you want is success and fame, what you want is forever, what you need is to let everyone know that you are a legend of living, so you must be confident that with such a Clipper, you can still win the championship!" Paris ruthlessly broke away from Ace's hug, finished speaking quickly, and instead pressed Ace and kissed him hard.

"Little slut, that's the turn to get you on me!" Ace said, turning around and pressing Paris under him. "Even if you say that, do you know how much pressure I am carrying now? If I fail, how will I explain to these people!"

"Explanation, you don't need to explain to anyone that you are Ace, what can't be done?" Paris directly pressed Ace on the table of the bathtub this time, and suddenly knocked over the orthodox ice cubes into the bathtub. She didn't care about those things at all. She knelt in the bathtub and shouted out the weapon standing in the air.

"If it fails, have you ever thought about where I put my face? The All-Star I formed will become the laughing stock of the whole world!" Ace pressed Paris' head with both hands and pressed her between her legs.

"Ahem!" Paris was relieved from Ace's hands and coughed violently. "What are you afraid of? Will you fail? At least I don't believe it! The Nuggets are just a group of clowns. This year he was lucky to be the second in the league. The Spurs and the Hornets, Humph, the Spurs must have been killed in the second round. The Hornets are too young. Although Paul and Chandler are strong, they still haven't replenished their benches. And you think you will lose against the Spurs?"

"Don't be idle!" Ace looked down at Paris with his head down

Paris obediently moved Ace to the edge of the bathhouse, wrapped the weapon on his chest and continued, "When nothing unexpected happens in the workplace, it is the world of the Lakers and the Jazz, but they met in the first round, so God is helping you, what are you afraid of? The Lakers, it is not easy for you to deal with him? Not to mention the Jazz, so if you win the Western Conference championship, you have already created history. No matter who it is in the Eastern Conference, who can have the power to fight with you!"

"Is this too one-sided? Not to mention the Spurs, the Nuggets are not easy to deal with!" Ace still didn't believe Paris's words. This is something that can be said by those who pay attention to sports, and every place can tell the advantages of their own team. If you ask Nuggets fans to comment, it will definitely be another theory.

"Are you a soft guy? Then you are still so hard here! Who can still ravage our sisters for four hours after getting 101 points! You called Chamberlain to resurrect and try it!" Paris said, standing up, snatching a few pieces of ice from the water, put them in Ace's hand, then holding Ace's hand, and stumbled between his legs until the ice disappeared, and then kneeling into the water again and continuing to serve Ace's weapon.

"That's right. I have at least many advantages, and I have to play four games. My physical strength is the biggest advantage!" Ace will be a bit over the topic, or Paris helped him regain his confidence.

"That's right, which of your three-pointers can stop. Even if you shoot 15 in one game, it's enough for them to stop. What questions do you have now?" Paris.

"It's right, so I have to prove it for me on the other hand." Ace pinched Paris' chin and smiled provocatively.

"My honor, master!" Paris was completely lost in this infinite teasing atmosphere. At this moment, she wanted Ace to ravage her fiercely, but she was enjoying the feeling of serving Ace at this time.

"Is your sister in the hotel? Ask her to come up! Today I want to be a good and presumptuous!" Ace said.

"Niki is not here this time. He is dealing with things in New York. She is ruined and waiting for you in San Antonio. Then I will go to Europe to promote our perfume!" Paris said, sucking Ace's finger.

"But I want to enjoy an extraordinary night tonight! Make arrangements for me!" Ace said, and took a few melted ice cubes from the bathhouse and patted Paris' butt.

"Okay, I'll help you find sisters!" Paris turned around obediently, lifted her little butt, and let Ace put the ice in the two mysterious places, but her body couldn't help but tremble.

Ace patted Paris's halo's little butt, and in addition to the bath, he washed it a few times and returned to the bedroom. He wanted to enjoy it now and try to completely vent his uneasy emotional factors.

Or it was also some deep fears caused by Avril and Anne's pregnancy. As for the fear, he didn't know. At least, he was very eroded now, just like he was in Boston, enjoying different women every day.

Before Ace was waiting for a long time, Paris called her to go upstairs, because his floor was the floor where their Clippers were staying. No matter what, the impact was not good, so Paris helped Ace arrange it upstairs, and she had also worn a bathrobe in a wet evening dress before.

After Ace entered the room, she did not ask about the origin of these women, but she could probably guess that most of these women were white-collar workers in society, including lawyers, doctors, executives, and even Ace had an affair with a congressman in Boston. However, these were secrets and no one would tell them out, and they were all coming out to find excitement.

Heavy metal music, dim and colorful lights are officially turned on after being affirmed by Ace. You can't watch a group of ugly girls playing in darkness. At least there are blonde and blue-eyed hot girls here, and Paris just stood there watching Ace intoxicated by the red pink.

She seemed to be involved, but she didn't dare and didn't want to fall to that level. She knew that these women were just for Ace to vent. What she really wanted to be Ace's lover, so she could only endure lovesickness. The cat claws felt like she went out of the room and went to the opposite side to rest. As for how to solve it, she could only rely on herself.

Ace, who had been romantic all night, always left this room in the early morning, and then called Paris Hilton. After learning that it was just opposite, she went in. She washed with Paris, who was already muddy, and hugged each other and found a clean bed to sleep in a daze. Ace had finished venting on the woman's body. Paris did not stop all night and had finished venting herself. The two tired guys had nothing to say at all. Sleeping is enough.

The next day, it was also the Clippers' day off. Old Nelson was not ready for training. The players should do whatever they should do. No one thought about finding Ace because they were used to it. When they were staying in the Hilton Hotel away game, there must be a Hilton sister in Ace's room, so they were very sensible. However, if they knew that Ace had played 5 beautiful women at night in the luxury suite upstairs last night, they would not know if they would kill Ace, a bastard. After all, they would have to find a few to share with them. It would be better to have fun alone.

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Chapter completed!