"Come in." After Zhuang Lin waited at the door for more than three minutes, Kong Qinghua's crisp voice came from the bedroom.

Zhuang Lin pushed the door open and looked at Kong Qinghua on the bed.

At this time, Kong Qinghua was sitting on the head of the bed, and his long, smooth black hair naturally scattered on his plump breasts. He was wearing a long water-blue nightgown, layered with layers of flowers, dotted between the folds.

The lace-edged skirt was slightly lifted up and stacked among the two slender and white legs. In this way, the snow-white and slender thighs were presented in Zhuang Lin's gaze.

"You can start." Feeling Zhuang Lin's burning gaze, Kong Qinghua's face turned redder. She lowered her head slightly, avoided Zhuang Lin's gaze as much as possible, and said in a low voice.

Zhuang Lin woke up from the initial dullness, swallowed a few mouthfuls, and slowly walked to the bed.

Looking at the woman on the bed at close range, Zhuang Lin couldn't help but sigh in his heart, "He has seen many beautiful women, but he has never seen this simple and elegant woman like poetry and paintings in his world."

Looking at the long skirt wrapped around Kong Qinghua's body, Zhuang Lin even had the urge to destroy it, pulling the beautiful nightgown apart bit by bit to see all the beauty of Kong Qinghua.

When he entered the room, his heart was at least calm. He could not be said to be focused, and at least he had no dirty thoughts.

But when he saw Kong Qinghua on the head of the bed, especially the two beautiful legs that were half hidden in the lower part of the nightgown, he was completely disorganized.

Damn, how can you give me acupuncture?

When he bent down and gently pushed away the inch hem that blocked Jimen's acupoint, his heart beat faster.

The plump and sexy legs without any fat are like the dazzling pearl buried in the deep sea for thousands of years. When her most beautiful side is presented in front of you, it brings people an irresistible temptation.

What is taboo in acupuncture is that being confused and a slight negligent person may lead to the wrong position of the needle or the inability to grasp the force of the needle.

Looking at Zhuang Lin's appearance, Kong Qinghua felt that she became nervous. In order not to let Zhuang Lin see her nervousness, she simply closed her eyes and leaned back slightly against the soft head of the bed.

But after waiting for a long time, she didn't wait until Zhuang Lin got the needle. She couldn't help but open her eyes again and looked at Zhuang Lin in confusion.

"What's wrong with you?" She looked at Zhuang Lin standing by the bed and asked.

"It's nothing, let's start." Zhuang Lin quickly calmed down and said with a wry smile.

The vital energy moves in the body for a whole, calm the energy, drop the needle, flows, and the needle is raised, and it is done in one go.

"Now start to needle the Fengmen acupoint." After using his vitality to disinfect the silver needle in his hand, he let out a sigh, looked at Kong Qinghua, who was slightly closed and leaned against the head of the bed, pretending to sleep.

Hearing his voice, Kong Qinghua opened his eyes quietly, blushed, pulled down the hem of the nightgown that had been lifted up in one corner, covering his two **s.

"Let's start to needle the Fengmen acupoint." Looking at her blushing cheeks, Zhuang Lin smiled and repeated again.

Kong Qinghua sat up, and after his beautiful eyes stayed on his face for a while, he nodded slightly. Under his gaze, his body moved slightly downward and lay on the bed.

Zhuang Lin lowered his head and his eyes fell on her delicate back. On the back of the water-blue nightgown, there was a not very conspicuous zipper.

After pausing for a moment, he bent down, slowly reached out his hand, clamped the zipper with his fingers. After a short period of time, his fingers slowly moved downward, and then the snow-white skin appeared in his sight.

Kong Qinghua took off his chest!

When Zhuang Lin was stunned when he saw the snow-white spot under the zipper.

Looking at the snow-white and flawless skin, Zhuang Lin was already sure that under the water-blue nightgown on Kong Qinghua, it was actually light and he was wearing nothing.

After staying on Kong Qinghua's snow-white back for a while, his eyes slowly moved down along his body, crossed the soft willow waist, and finally reached the erect snow buttocks.

Staring at the clearly visible buttocks under the nightgown, he was thinking about something in his mind. After Kong Qinghua took off his leggings, wouldn't he not wear pants?

Just as Zhuang Lin's eyes were sieging the city and siege the ground, Kong Qinghua, whose head was buried in the pillow, looked a little nervous and a little embarrassed, and secretly annoyed himself, why did he ask Zhuang Lin to acupuncture?

At this time, except for the loose nightgown she was wearing, her whole body was almost completely ugly. As long as Zhuang Lin's hand was slightly tightened and she pulled the nightgown away, her whole body would appear naked in front of Zhuang Lin's eyes.

To be honest, she really couldn't praise Zhuang Lin's character. She was even thinking that at this time, Zhuang Lin, who was standing behind her, must be staring at her body with that kind of obscene look, and even in his head, he was still thinking about writing dirty things.

At this moment, two soft things gently touched her spine, soft and warm, because it came a little suddenly, which scared her and almost shouted out.

Zhuang Lin's fingers gently touched the smooth skin. Through the touch of his fingertips, he could clearly feel the trembling of Kong Qinghua's body. She was nervous and afraid.

There was no too much stay, just a short moment of intimate contact, and the silver needle fell down and then put it away again.

"Okay." When Kong Qinghua was lost, Zhuang Lin's voice sounded in his ears.

She hurriedly sat up and reached out to pull up the zipper on her spine. But when her hand touched the zipper behind her, she found that at some point, Zhuang Lin helped her zipper with a word.

Looking at her cute appearance, Zhuang Lin was reluctant to be handsome and grinned.

"You can get better after acupuncture tomorrow morning." Zhuang Lin said, his eyes glanced at her proud breasts again, then nodded at her, turned around and left the bedroom.

"By the way, do you know how to cook?" When he was almost at the door, Zhuang Lin remembered something, stopped, turned his head and asked.

Hearing Zhuang Lin’s question, Kong Qinghua didn’t react for a while and nodded instinctively.

"Chu Wan should be back late, I may have to trouble you for dinner." Zhuang Lin said with a smile. Perhaps he was spoiled by Chu Wan, and now he is too lazy to cook in person.

"But I..." Kong Qinghua seemed to have a hidden secret, and hesitated to say something.

"Forget it, you can rest for a while." Zhuang Lin grinned at her face, shook his hand and said.

After saying that, he closed the bedroom door and left the bedroom with a somewhat awkward atmosphere.
Chapter completed!