After making tea, the little girl poured a cup of tea for Tingdong and quietly stepped out.

Tingdong was a little sleepy, so he took off his jacket outside, placed it next to him, looked to the head of the bed, and lay down.

After a while, in a daze, he felt his head being raised, as if he was put in a woman's arms, very soft. According to experience, he judged that it was probably putting something like cushions on her legs.

Tingdong woke up, but he didn't open his eyes. He enjoyed this feeling very much.

A pair of soft hands gently squeezed his forehead. The woman knew that he had woken up and asked softly: "Sir, if your hands are heavy, you frown. If your hands are light, you can shake your head. I understand that I will make some adjustments. If you feel it is right, you don't need to express it."

He is a relatively mature woman who should be around thirty years old.

Tingdong did not say that the woman continued to press, because she sometimes had to bend over with force. She seemed to be wearing only a short shirt, which seemed to be vacuum inside, because Tingdong could feel a ball of elastic softness that would touch his face, making him feel very comfortable.

The head was pressed almost the same, and Tingdong felt that the technique was indeed good. Judging from his age, this massage was not just about sex, and Tingdong felt very satisfied.

It is easy to find young and beautiful girls. Now there are more and more girls who want to eat youth, so there is no need to tempt or force them at all. Tingdong does not oppose this primitive profession of fucking the flesh business.

He is not a Taoist master, and he is also very clear that this kind of thing cannot be prohibited from the Dharma. He is like smoke and dust contained in a bottle, and once it is released, it will not be taken back.

The so-called anti-pornography over the years, can we clean up the place after scanning it? It has only encouraged judicial corruption. In a sense, he agreed with the views of some people. It is better to recognize its existence, draw out red light areas and strengthen management like some Western countries.

This not only reflects the seriousness of the law, but also ensures hygiene and safety, avoids tax sources and reduces judicial corruption. It also allows some people to not easily enter the red light district due to their identities.

He hates the current attitude towards so-called prostitution, and he feels like he is both a bitch and a archery.

In a daze, the woman pressed his head and said softly: "Sir, it seems that you have drunk a lot of wine. Why not take a bath, then go to the sauna to steam, and then massage it, which will be more comfortable."

In fact, Tingdong didn't want to move anymore. He thought it would be quite comfortable to sleep like this. However, since he was here to "experience", how could he just fall asleep like this? He opened his eyes and said, "Okay, follow your arrangement."

As his eyes opened, the face of an exquisite woman under thirty years old came into his eyes. He was a little stunned because this face seemed familiar, but searching for memories but I could never remember where he had seen it before."

He did not hide his doubts and asked, "Would we have seen you somewhere? I feel very familiar when I see you, but I can't remember it. This is something I've never had before. Did I really drink too much?"

The woman smiled sweetly: "Jay Jay Chou, your memory has not lie to you. We have never met you. I met you on TV, but that happened a long time ago.

"As for your feeling of familiarity with me, it should be due to one of my sisters."

Speaking of this, a trace of bitterness appeared in the woman's eyes. He stretched out his soft little hand, raised Tingdong's head and placed it on his chest, pillowed on her softness, and then carried Tingdong's body with his shoulders.

During this period, Tingdong wanted to rely on his own strength to raise his body. The woman shook her head and said, "Don't use force. You can follow my mercy here, so that you can feel the greatest pleasure."

Tingdong had no choice but to listen to her, and at her mercy, he pulled himself up and leaned himself in her arms. Tingdong found it very funny. Women were leaning in his arms. Now why did it turn around? He felt a little awkward to lean in the woman's arms.

The woman seemed to see through his thoughts and smiled and said, "Jay Jay Chou, you are a responsible man at first sight. Your mind is an umbrella that will always be open to your beloved woman.

"But, men sometimes feel very tired and need to relax. Putting their whole body and mind into the arms of women, sometimes it will make them evoke memories of their mother's heart in childhood, and feel a kind of relaxation that is transcendent."

Tingdong looked at the woman in surprise, nodded in praise, and said, "The special masseur is indeed extraordinary. Not only is your technique really superb, but you also speak it well in theory. It seems to know a little psychology. If you think about it carefully, it really makes that sense. Sometimes, for example, just now, when I was half asleep and half awake, I felt very peaceful when I put my head in my arms.

"Well, yes, you are a woman with insight. You need this kind of love and insight in everything you do. I really appreciate you."

The woman smiled slightly and lowered her head. Tingdong had already sat up. He clearly saw the miserableness in the woman's smile, and there seemed to be a silent sigh.

He suddenly remembered what the woman said just now, "It comes from my sister." Who is her sister?

He suddenly felt aroused: "I'm sorry, I want to ask, is your surname Wen?"

The woman seemed to shake her shoulders, sighed, and said, "You should have met my second sister Wen Qiuyue. He used to be the wife of your good friend Huang Weiming, but because of her short-sighted vision, she fell in love with the married husband and indeed enjoyed the life of a rich woman for several days, but in the end she ended up like that.

"Jabee, to be honest, our Wen family's daughters are all smart and beautiful, but they are hurt by one thing, that is, they are short-sighted. How about it? Do you think your evaluation is accurate?"

Tingdong sighed and said, "A mistake will lead to eternal regret. Wen Qiuyue did too much at that time. If she didn't love Huang Weiming, she could choose to divorce. This is her right, but she insulted Huang Weiming, which was the most unbearable shame for a man."

The woman surnamed Wen sighed and continued, "My name is Hanxiang, my third sister. My second sister followed An Tiefeng by mistake, so she is even in a difficult life now. She is now living in the south and has broken contact with us. It is conceivable what a single woman can do in her thirties.

"There is also my elder sister Chunyue, who was inexplicably bewitched by others and went to prove that Director Song was the one who shot himself in the foot. Director Song became Secretary Song, and the elder sister could only barely make ends meet.

"If one of these two sisters was not so short-sighted, our family would not have fallen to this point. Director Huang or Secretary Song, who would have helped us, would not have lived such a miserable life in the Wen family."

Listening to Wen Hanxiang's almost sad narrative, Tingdong also felt very emotional. The sisters in the family were almost the same. If one of them did not do so too much and left a trace of incense, let alone Huang Weiming or Song Chenglong, even Zhou Tingdong would help them.

Wen Hanxiang seemed to feel a little verbose, and she lowered her head embarrassedly and said, "I'm sorry, Jay Chou, when I saw you, I felt a little emotional when I saw you. I know that Huang Weiming and Secretary Song are both your good friends. You are all in front of you when you take action against An Tiefeng and help Secretary Song.

"But to be honest, Han Xiang doesn't hate you. The daughter of the Wen family admires the strong. Unfortunately, we all recognize the wrong person. It is indeed your ability to defeat Ma Shiju and defeat An Tiefeng under such a bad situation.

"As for you to let Secretary Song's wife come forward later, you made some arrangements to turn danger into safety, Han Xiang really admires you from the bottom of your heart."

As she spoke, her hands were not idle either. She first helped Tingdong remove the shirt on her upper body, then unbuttoned his belt, and naturally removed his outer pants and underpants, leaving his body completely exposed.

Then, she skillfully took off her massage suit, pulled Tingdong into the semi-enclosed bathroom, and asked him to sit on the wooden stool inside the huge wooden barrel. She turned on the shower head, adjusted the water temperature, and tried it on herself. She felt that the temperature was appropriate, so she pulled one of Tingdong's arms and tried the water temperature on his arms again, then aimed the shower at his chest and back to rinse him.

The water from the shower slowly stimulated the sensitive parts of Tingdong's body. Han Xiang's little hand gently slid on Tingdong's body, not intentionally or unintentionally touching his most sensitive parts. After rinsing for a while, Han Xiang filled his whole body with bath fluid and rinsed it clean again. Then he led him to a hidden door, opened the door, and walked into a sauna.

Tingdong sat in the bathroom and enjoyed the steam bath, while Han Xiang knelt behind him and kneaded his shoulders, his plump breasts rubbed against his back.

Although Tingdong had been through the battle for a long time, his lower body was still standing upright with no cover. Tingdong felt embarrassed, but he smelled the Hanxiang and seemed to have never seen it.

Next, Hanxiang pulled Tingdong back to the bathroom, applied the bath solution, rinsed it, wiped him clean his body, then pulled him back to the big bed, applied essential oil to his chest, and then slowly pushed his breasts with his own breasts.

After pushing his chest and back, he then licked his whole body with her clever and bright red tongue, including his anus, testicles, and pills...

Hanxiang has always been very professional and can't even feel much eroticism, because her expression is very focused and she always seems to be doing a very ordinary job.

However, perhaps in the last process, she knelt between Tingdong's legs and held Tingdong's hardness in her mouth and sucked it hard. Tingdong's hands held her cheeks, forcing her eyes to look at Tingdong's eyes.
Chapter completed!