Chapter 527 I'll Give You a Press

Mo Yesi: "..."

What kind of experience is it to be guarded by your wife like a thief?

Could it be that he didn't perform well enough in the previous two times, and she was not very satisfied?

Otherwise, why would she resist like this?

However, he had observed it at that time, and she should be satisfied.

"Are your legs still sore?" Mo Yesi temporarily put this question aside, took off her shoes, put her legs on his legs, and gently pressed the soreest part of her legs with his other hand.

His voice was gentle, and he whispered: "I'll massage you."

The man's fingers were slender and powerful. The hand that usually signed contracts and documents and earned thousands of dollars a day was massaging her again and again. He controlled the strength very well, but not too heavy or too light.

After a few minutes of pressing, Qiao Mianmian felt that the soreness was relieved a lot.

While pressing, Mo Yesi asked her, "Is the force too strong?"

Qiao Mianmian looked down at his dark hair and the way he knelt on one knee to massage her. A sweet feeling came over her, and a certain place in her heart became very soft.

The corners of her lips slightly raised, and she said sweetly, "No, it's very suitable."

"Do you feel more comfortable?"

"Yeah." Qiao Mianmian pursed her lips, and had the urge to reach out and touch his hair.

She thought so in her heart, and her body quickly took action. Her white and soft little hand reached out and touched his dark and shiny short hair.

The man who was massaging her stiffened.

Qiao Mianmian was also stunned when she felt the silky smoothness of her fingertips.

"Sorry." She immediately took her hand back, thinking that he minded.

She knew that some men really hated others touching their heads.

There is a saying that the head can be broken, but the hairstyle cannot be messed up.

"I don't mind." Mo Yesi was stunned for a few seconds and then returned to normal. He continued to press her other leg, and a gentle smile was suppressed in his deep voice, "You can touch it if you want."

When Qiao Mianmian heard that he didn't mind, her claws started to itch again.

Mo Yesi's hair was of good quality, the kind that didn't need special effects when shooting shampoo commercials.

She just touched it and felt that it felt particularly good.

If he didn't mind, she would like to feel it more...

Mo Yesi laughed softly: "You can touch any part of my body. You can touch it however you want and for as long as you want."

Qiao Mianmian: "..."

Her little face flushed.

Why did she feel that Mo Yesi's words were ambiguous?

Is her mind too dirty?

Why did she feel that it was a bit lewd.

However, since he said he didn't mind, she wouldn't be polite.

Qiao Mianmian's soft and white hand reached out again, fell on his head, gently touched his soft hair, and said in a soft voice: "Mo Yesi, have you massaged others before?"

It felt that he had a good grasp of the strength of the massage.

It didn't look like it was his first time to massage someone.

"Yeah." Mo Yesi knelt in front of her, pinching the soft flesh on her legs, with a gentle look on his handsome face, "I massaged grandma's legs when I was at home before. How is it, is my massage skill okay?"

Qiao Mianmian understood immediately.

She had been to the Mo family once, so she naturally knew that the old lady had a leg disease.

"Grandma's legs..." Qiao Mianmian lowered her eyes and looked at the top of his dark hair. After hesitating, she asked in a low voice, "How can it be bad? Will she always be like that in the future?"