"Ah! Hiss. It hurts so much, Xiao Liu, please be gentle!"

At the beginning, when Liu La was pressed, Mr. Zhou screamed in pain. However, Liu La didn't feel sorry for her. This is how massaged this thing is. At the beginning, it was red, swollen and blood stasis, which would definitely hurt. After kneading for a while, the blood stasis and swelling spread.

Sure enough, after a while, as Liu La's hand movements were intensive, Mr. Zhou no longer screamed in pain, but showed a comfortable expression.

"It's great, Xiao Liu, I really don't realize that you have this skill." She narrowed her eyes and praised Liu La, like a cat being gently stroked.

When he heard Mr. Zhou's words, Liu La began to brag: "Hey, it's not me who brags with you. Just our technique is definitely a ancestral craft, the most famous blind massage in Sijiu City. Just for this craft, the buddy who taught me this job had several blind people at home."

Mr. Zhou rolled his eyes, but the person was also happy: "I said, are you crosstalk actors so stinky and poor?"

Liu La continued to massage and rub: "You don't understand us anymore, right? Let me tell you this, stinky is just the primary stage of crosstalk actors, and our advanced stage must be weapons of mass destruction. Just two crosstalk actors will throw them at that country. Within three weeks, the country will be destroyed. International law has prohibited us from using us."

"Haha, just talk nonsense." Mr. Zhou smiled again.

On the surface, I seemed to be having a happy chat, but in fact, Liu La's heart was already distracted.

Today, Mr. Zhou was wearing a pair of blue trousers. When he just went to bed and rested, he had taken off his outer pants, revealing the thin black leggings inside.

"Are there female celebrities wearing long-term pants these days?" I was surprised when I saw these pants just now.

It was not until now that he pressed his feet on Mr. Zhou. Liu La realized that it was not what autumn pants were. It turned out to be a pair of slimming and shaping pants, and the material was a bit like the trousers that used to feel like they were pedaling pants.

These pants perfectly shape Zhou Gongzi's legs. The place where you should be toned is to be toned, and the area where you should be slender makes the whole leg look very slender.

It’s okay to just look beautiful, but what’s even worse is that Liula can not only be seen but also touched.

The cold and smooth texture of this fabric, and the feeling of tightening the skin, make Liu La's heart tremble every time he presses it, and he almost feels myocarditis coming out of it.

Immediately afterwards, Liu La's life even happened. He kept squatting on the ground and pressing it. Liu La was tired, so he took the suitcase over and sat under him as a stool. He was tired. Just now, Mr. Zhou's feet were hanging in the air. Maybe she was tired, so she didn't think much about it. Seeing that Liu La sat down, she casually placed her soles on Liu La's knees.

Suddenly, Liu La's heart trembled again, and the deer jumped around, sweating on her forehead and nose.

After rubbing for a while, Mr. Zhou also found that Liu La was sweating and thought he was tired of pressing. He couldn't help but speak, "Okay, Xiao Liu, my feet are fine, it doesn't hurt anymore. See you sweat all over the head, go and rest for a while."

"It's okay, Sister Zhou, I'm not tired, I'll press you for a while." Just kidding, Liu La hadn't touched her enough, so of course she shook her head decisively and refused.

Mr. Zhou smiled and said, "You are not tired, I am so tired. My waist is not good, and I have been doing it for a long time and the waist hurts a lot."

"Your back pain?" Liu La blinked: "Why would I press your back again?"

Mr. Zhou smiled and shook his head quickly: "Don't go on, that's so embarrassing. It's already a lot of trouble for you."

Liu La insisted: "It's okay, what's wrong with me? I like to be more flirtatious. I usually like to give people a bone and massage. It's uncomfortable not to move for a day."

"Ha, then your hobby is quite special." Mr. Zhou couldn't laugh or cry.

In the end, Mr. Zhou still couldn't stand Liu La's persuasion, and she turned over and lay on her bed. Liu La sat beside the bed.

The beds on the train were narrow in themselves, and they were very crowded when they lay alone. When Liu La sat up again, she immediately occupied another area, causing Mr. Zhou and his body to be closely linked together.

Mr. Zhou didn't react much, but Liu La's face couldn't help but turn red.

Without saying anything more, after stretching his hands, Liu La began to massage Mr. Zhou's back waist.

Of course, Liu La pressed through his clothes. If he reached in, it would not be called massage, it would be called a hooligan. This time, Mr. Zhou had become accustomed to his techniques and strength and did not scream again.

Even through the clothes, Liu La enjoyed the soft, slim waist that could hold onto himself.

Moreover, not only the waist, but also the Liu La can see Mr. Zhou’s buttocks. The shape of the buttocks is outlined with great clarity and carefulness, just like a ripe peach.

Liu La is a person who loves peaches. He couldn't help but swallow his saliva.

Although his eyes were quite dishonest, Liu La's hands did not dare to move around, and he always moved around Master Zhou's waist.

While pressing, the two of them were chatting, but in fact they just had nothing to say.

Mr. Zhou: "Xiao Liu, your skills are really good. You will feel much more comfortable immediately after pressing. You usually press them at home, right?"

Liu La: "Hi, let me tell you the truth, this is the first time I have been pressing someone else. When I was studying, I only taught me that guy to press it. I originally planned to learn to respect my parents, but my parents didn't need me at all and looked down on my skills."

"Uncle and aunt love you, I'm afraid you'll be tired." Mr. Zhou chuckled: "It seems that I'm quite honored to be your first customer."

"That's it, you can come here often in the future." Liu La also teased.

After pressing for a while, Liu La's arm was also tired. At this time, Mr. Zhou also spoke: "Okay, Xiao Liu, it's quite comfortable. I'm sleepy. Don't press it so hard. It's quite late. You can go to bed too."

"After, then I'll sleep, you can rest." Liu La did not persist this time, but followed Mr. Zhou's words.

Standing up, Liu La was about to walk to his bed. However, it might be because he had been sitting for a long time just now and it was difficult to change his position. As soon as he stood up, Liu La's legs suddenly became numb and his knees became soft. He fell down towards Mr. Zhou's bed.

Fearing to press Mr. Zhou, Liu La hurriedly reached out to support him. It was not intentional, so he was so desperate. When he supported himself, his hand was pressed on Mr. Zhou's butt.

"Hey, Miss Zhou is sorry, my feet are numb." After reacting, Liu La quickly pulled back his hand and apologized to Mr. Zhou.

However, as soon as his hand was pulled back, Liu La suddenly found that it was sticky on his hands, and he didn't know what was stuck. When he put it under his nose, there was a fishy smell.

He quickly put his palm under the moonlight and took a look, and the dark red color filled his hands.
Chapter completed!