After settling the man, Jiang Yao entered the bathroom.
First, I took a beautiful bath, washed and dried myself, and then started to apply body lotion all over my body in front of the mirror.
In the mirror, her long, silky hair was scattered freely, and her creamy skin was white and pink. Her whole body was like a ripe and plump peach, pink and tender, with crystal crystals, as if it could overflow with just one sip. Juice comes.
She has a small face with no make-up, her slightly upturned fox eyes are charming and seductive, and her beautiful nose and cherry lips make her look beautiful, delicate and charming.
After applying body lotion, Jiang Yao picked up the silk suspender nightgown and put it on.
Because Chen Yanbei couldn't see it, Jiang Yao chose a very bold style, with suspenders and low-cut, and the skirt was as long as her thighs. The chest is designed with cross straps, and the back is empty, exposing all the way to the waist. The tailoring begins to tighten further down, perfectly outlining her plump waist and sweet butt.
Jiang Yao is very satisfied with tonight's nightgown. Men can't see it, so it's good to please herself.
Coming out of the bathroom, Jiang Yao looked at the big bed. Chen Yanbei still had his eyes open, obviously waiting for her.
The massage before going to bed on the wedding night must be a bit innovative.
Jiang Yao prepared the essential oil and towel for bedside massage, cleared her throat, and whispered in Chen Yanbei's ear: "Mr. Chen, I am Technician No. 7 Yaoyao, what kind of service do you want to do tonight?" "
"We have a romantic knight, a slender jade finger, a jade bamboo flute..."
A faint fragrance approached, the woman's breath was like orchid, and her voice was as charming as water, like an invisible hand, touching Chen Yanbei's heartstrings.
After understanding the meaning of the words Jiang Yao said, Chen Yanbei suddenly tensed up and his voice was cold and hoarse: "You..."
"My name is Yaoyao." Jiang Yaojiao interrupted him, lightly scratching the man's tense arm twice with her slender fingertips.
Chen Yanbei's expression remained as usual, and he repeated in a low tone: "Yao Yao?"
The magnetic sound and the ambiguous lighting environment made Jiang Yao feel like her ears were getting pregnant.
She rubbed her palms together, sprinkled a few drops of essential oil on Chen Yanbei's legs, gently pushed them away, and said softly: "Then I'll start~"
As soon as his fingers touched the man's skin, he felt as hard as an iron plate under his palm.
Massage is meant to be relaxing, so being so nervous is not okay: "Relax, it's too hard."
She didn't know how the man interpreted these words. Jiang Yao only felt that the muscles under her hands were getting tighter and she couldn't push them.
However, the man's leg muscles are really tight and the shape is good-looking. They are not the big bulging ones, but evenly wrap around the thighs, slightly bulging, slender and shapely.
I can’t imagine how heroic a man would be if his legs recovered, a visual feast!
Jiang Yao swallowed her saliva and was about to add fuel to the fire when she turned around and saw the man's Adam's apple rolling, with a cold and heavy expression on his face, and she retracted her outstretched hand.
If someone gets angry, it will be really bad if he eats her tonight.
Although the two have registered their marriage, she is not ready yet, and that kind of thing requires mutual understanding to be fun. Without emotional integration, it is really no different from serving in a club.
Jiang Yao put away her teasing thoughts and started massaging seriously.
The little hands pushed back and forth along the meridians of the man's legs, and while pushing, he asked with concern: "Do you feel it?"
Chen Yanbei did not answer. He still looked calm and composed, but the veins on his forehead were already twitching.
