Chapter 317 Massage

Three minutes later.

The girl with long black hair and straight hair was lying on the sofa, while Anting stood aside, bending over to massage her.

Hmm.

Yes.

This is what Song Ci said she had never done before - massage.

“Hufufu~ It feels so comfortable.”

She no longer resisted physical contact with the boy.

When Song Ci was dependent on her mother, from time to time she would give her mother a back massage when she came home from get off work; now it was finally her turn to enjoy it.

Of course, the massage here is done through clothes and avoids sensitive areas, and there is not much ambiguous contact.

Looking at the happy-looking girl, Anting felt helpless. He was a big boss, but he was reduced to a technician at home.

It’s just.

Not that annoying.

Judging from Song Ci's insomnia, giving her a massage to relax is indeed a good way to relieve herself.

Song Ci has already taken a bath. Summer is different from winter. The hair does not need to be completely dried. It should be dried until it is 80% dry, slightly moist, and the rest can be left to dry naturally.

The clothes on his body are a bit unexpected.

Gymnastics uniforms, strictly speaking, are Japanese-style gymnastics uniforms. The upper body is a short-sleeved T-shirt with a white background and blue edges, and the lower body is slightly tight blue shorts, with bare feet.

Anting looked at her shorts and said: "You seem to be very accustomed to wearing shorts and short skirts at home now..."

Thinking back to when Song Ci stayed at home for a year I wear long pants and socks all year round, covering myself tightly for fear of showing a little bit; now, my clothes are very casual.

Qiao Liang’s style of pure desire. She is a very pure person, but her body is so full of lust. However, Song Ci’s body is not so astringent, and there is one missing word "desire". True pure style.

　“This is my home! It makes sense for me to dress like this at home!”

　“Yes, yes, yes.”

Actually...

Song Ci lied a little. When An Ting’s father was around, she would still pay attention to these details; only when she was alone with An Ting could she feel so comfortable.

In this three-and-a-half-story self-built house, Song Ci only regarded the third floor and the rooftop above as his own home.

"However, are you buying new clothes? I have never seen you wear them before..."

Song Ci replied: "Well, Qiao Liang and Bao Weiwei and I bought it online together. I chose blue, Qiao Liang chose red, and Bao Weiwei chose yellow. "

The friendship between the three girls is really beautiful.

"Online shopping...? "

"Well, firstly, times have changed, and secondly, I really don't have time to go shopping in my senior year of high school, so I have become accustomed to online shopping recently. ”

As a person with a second life, Anting has no feelings about these developments.

Isn’t it just online shopping? What’s so strange about it...

But, for people in 2009, there is still a certain sense of freshness.

If Anting has the will, it will be too late to start Taobao, and it is still feasible to start Pinduoduo.< br />
I’m not interested at the moment.

Just when Anting was distracted, Song Ci asked again: “Does it look good? It’s the first time I’ve worn it today. I didn’t wear it specifically to show you, I just wore it like this because the weather was too hot...”

The last time this guy wore a short skirt was unprecedented, and he almost never went out wearing shorts. Don't talk about these short shorts.

To put it bluntly, Anting is the only one in the world who can see her wearing these.

The young man was puzzled by the style and said: "Song Ci is not a cute person. "

"I want you to take care of..."

The word "cute" does not go hand in hand with a long, straight black girl. She knows it better than anyone else.

Unexpectedly, the young man added in the next second: "You are not a cute person, you are not a human being even if you are cute. ”

After hearing these words, Song Ci, who was lying on the sofa, turned her back to Anting.

It can be seen from the trembling body that she was having fun.< br />
An Ting looked at her butt lying on the sofa and complained: "Song Ci, one day, you will become a dry girl... No, you are already. "

Strictly speaking, it should be Sister Qianwu.

"Slightly~" Song Ci stuck out her tongue and said lively: "I don't care, I blame you anyway! Anting brought me up like this, you have to take responsibility! ! ! ”

The young man thought - if our story were a novel, the name should be: About the incident where I raised my half-sister to be a loser.

　"Hey...I think I might as well not go to university in city B, but change to another school to get away from you. After all, I'm about to graduate from high school, and it's time to do some adult things." ”

High school is about to graduate.

I promised Song Ci not to fall in love for three years in high school. It’s time to end it.

I, An pavilion, it’s time to start.

I want Sese!

"How dare you!?"

"It's just a joke."

In fact, it's not a joke. Anting thinks that he has abstained from sex for long enough. It's time to indulge.

Song Ci is not that slow, nor is she that unreasonable. It is normal for the other party to do some adult things. She asked: "Who do you want to do with these serious things?"< br />
An Ting looked at Song Ci’s curvy buttocks, which were indeed very curvy under the slightly tight gym pants, and evaded: “Don’t ask such private questions!”

　“Humph~”

　There was a brief silence.

Seeing that Song Ci was still very energetic, Anting stopped massaging, sat on the sofa, patted his thigh, and let Song Ci lie on his lap. The reporter blushed and said, "What are you doing?"

Lying on the sofa and lying on the boy's lap are two different concepts.

An Ting replied: "You are too excited. I will help you pick out your ears. This will help you sleep better."

"Oh..."

　It’s better to say obsessive-compulsive disorder than shyness.

Since she asked Anting to massage her, it meant that she had let down a lot of her guard.

The reason why Song Ci was so hesitant about picking out his ears was because he didn’t want the people he liked to see his dirty things.

For a perfectionist, he resists being seen as dirty in himself.

An Ting brought up the old story again: "What are you afraid of? I have already given you medicine."

Upon hearing this, Song Ci recalled what happened before the Spring Festival , her pretty face turned red, and her nosebleed almost came out again.

An Ting quickly gave in and knocked his head on the soft sofa, saying: "Ah...I lost my memory again."

"Bad guy!"

Seeing that Song Ci was still a little nervous, Anting changed his mind based on his compromising thinking: "If you don't want to pick out your ears, why don't you try oil pushing? My ancient method of oil pushing is very powerful."< br />
"Push oil?"

The girl's face first showed an unknown expression, and then the picture of applying sunscreen oil on the beach appeared in her mind. She not only had to take off her clothes, but also When he wanted to take off his underwear, he blushed and said: "Don't push it! It's obscene! Perverted!"

"Then let's pick out our ears, right?"

"Okay..."< br />
Light humWith a sound, Song Ci did as he was told and lay obediently on the boy's lap.

With a cute look that is ready for you to pick and choose.

Song Ci realized something that was hard for her to accept - I may have a little bit of a love brain, not the kind of love brain that is casually attracted to a male when I see it, but a kind of love brain. A love brain that is only interested in someone is like a flower that blooms only for someone.

Once upon a time, Song Ci’s imagined love was very pure, pure, dreamy and perfect.

At this moment, Song Ci looked back and thought, and suddenly understood that love is a very tacky thing, not sacred, not noble, not perfect, and even dirty and dirty.

That’s why love seems so wonderful.

When Anting picked Song Ci’s ears, he found that this guy was a very sensitive person.

Squint your eyes and wrinkle your mouth.

Very cute.

　“Hahaha…”

　“Don’t laugh!” Song Ci was not stupid. She must have known that her reaction was too funny, but she couldn’t help it.

"Okay, okay, I won't laugh. Close your eyes. If you feel sleepy, just go to sleep. I will carry you back to the room. Don't worry."

"Yeah."

After closing my eyes.

Song Ci may be used to the tricks of teenagers, so he is not so sensitive, and his tone is faint, and he said: "An Ting, the college entrance examination is in one month, will you be nervous?"

"Well, a little bit."

"Well... I really didn't expect it."

This really surprised the girl.

It is normal for anyone to be nervous, but Anting is different. He always looks unhurried and calm, looking calm and calm.

I didn’t expect him to be nervous.

Anting thought for a while and said calmly: "What I'm afraid of is not failing the college entrance examination, but not being able to go to the same university as you."

Taking a step back.

Even if An Ting didn’t start a business or have a business empire, given An’s family environment, An’s father would not seek death in this life. He would live a comfortable life as a second-generation renter.

Even if you fail in the college entrance examination, it is no problem to take three books from any school.

He never worried about failing the college entrance examination, he was just worried about not being able to move forward with others.

What he is afraid of is the future without you.

“Giggle, idiot, you said the same thing as Qiao Liang again."

Well... In January, before Qiao Liang took the art college entrance examination, everyone asked her if she was nervous, and her answer was exactly the same as Anting's.

This The two people are really similar.

　“Yeah. ”

That’s it.

The two of them chatted word by word.

The girl’s voice gradually became weaker and finally stopped.

Fell asleep.

Although it was rare for a girl with long black hair to wear a gymnastics suit, she still had underwear underneath, but...the white top with a blue collar could vaguely reveal the red and pink hair underneath.

Blue is a protective color, pink is my favorite.

An Ting looked at the girl’s sleeping face for a while, it was peaceful and beautiful, then he stood up and gently lifted her He picked him up and took him back to the room.

After coming out of Song Ci’s room, Anting walked to the balcony alone. He wanted to enjoy the breeze, but instead he saw the last redbud tree at the door of his house fell off. Flowers.