The male god here

Chapter 177 Massage
With Zhou Ziyang's strength, a comfortable feeling came from the soles of the feet wrapped in silk stockings. Zhai Xuan couldn't help but let out a comfortable voice. Zhai Xuan's face was a little red. Looking at Zhou Ziyang who was pinching her little feet, Zhai Xuan asked: "Will you Will you get a massage?"

Zhou Ziyang smiled, lifted Di Xuan's little feet, and turned around. Zhou Ziyang sat on the sofa first, and then put Di Xuan's little feet on his lap. Zhou Ziyang said, "Aunt Xuan, relax. , shall I press it for you?"

"No, I really don't need it." Di Xuan hurriedly refused, how could Zhou Ziyang have the nerve to massage his dirty feet in his arms.

But Zhou Ziyang didn't dislike it at all, and he had already started the initial massage. He held Zhai Xuan's little feet wrapped in silk stockings in one hand. Touching Zhai Xuan's feet.

Zhai Xuan's jade feet had cramp just now, but now that Zhou Ziyang pressed them down like this, it was indeed very comfortable, and she couldn't help stretching them out, and the soles of her feet stretched forward unconsciously.

At this time, Zhai Xuan was half lying on the sofa, Zhou Ziyang held a pair of beautiful silky legs in his arms. Although it was shameful, it was indeed very comfortable. You must know that Zhai Xuan was still wearing a narrow skirt at this time, and she was walking up her little feet. , is the calf wrapped in stockings, the crystal clear flesh-colored stockings outline the curve of the beautiful legs, slender and well-proportioned.

Under the dim light, it exudes a charming light.

Zhai Xuan refused at first, but seeing Zhou Ziyang insisting on it, the most important thing is that it is really comfortable, so Zhai Xuan no longer refused, but watched Zhou Ziyang massage herself seriously.

I was a little touched for a while, if I had a child at that time, it should be this age, right?In fact, when Zhou Ziyang's parents were together, Zhai Xuan was not optimistic, because the two had completely different personalities, but who would have thought that such two people would actually be with each other and have a child.

A person like myself who pursues perfection all the time has ended up as a homeless old man.

Zhai Xuan looked at Zhou Ziyang's lowered head and carefully massaged her feet, Zhai Xuan couldn't help but smiled and said with emotion: "Your mother didn't enjoy the treatment when you were born, but I did not expect to enjoy it."

Zhou Ziyang chuckled: "I don't even have any impression of my mother. I remember that when I was studying, I was often asked to write about my mother. At that time, I didn't know what to write. If I knew Aunt Xuan at that time, I would definitely remember Aunt Xuan. Write it down."

This sentence made Zhai Xuan a little emotional, Zhai Xuan propped herself up, and stretched out her delicate hands to touch Zhou Ziyang's face.

"What's wrong? Aunt Xuan?" Zhou Ziyang asked curiously.

Zhai Xuan stared at Zhou Ziyang and lightly opened her red lips for a long time, but suddenly smiled: "It's nothing, I just feel that you are tired."

"What's so tiring, I've already lived so long anyway." Zhou Ziyang said with a smile.

Looking at Zhou Ziyang's smile, Zhai Xuan didn't know why, but always felt that Zhou Ziyang's smile was forced. Just now, Zhai Xuan was a little emotional, and wanted to tell Zhou Ziyang, "I will be your mother in the future, shall I?"

When she was about to speak later, Zhai Xuan suddenly woke up again, always feeling that such words were too abrupt.

But although she didn't say it, Zhai Xuan did have feelings for Zhou Ziyang, and she wanted to train Zhou Ziyang well.

"Aunt Xuan, you can lie on your stomach, I will continue to massage you." Zhou Ziyang stood up and asked Zhai Xuan to lie on her stomach.

But Zhai Xuan put away her little feet and said, "Forget it, Aunt Xuan is already very comfortable."

"It's okay." Zhou Ziyang thought for a while and said, "Otherwise, go to the bedroom, and I'll press it for you while you lie down. You can just go to sleep in a while."

Seeing Zhou Ziyang's sincere expression, Zhai Xuan couldn't help laughing, and she didn't make any excuses, saying, "Then I'll take a bath first, and I'll have to work hard for you in a while."

"fine."

Zhou Ziyang felt that Zhai Xuan's leg cramps were due to his own reasons, and it was only natural for him to help her massage, not to mention that he would not be at a disadvantage.

When she came to the bedroom, Zhai Xuan started to turn on the hot water, put down her coiled long hair, which hung down like a waterfall, and Zhai Xuan carefully unbuttoned the button with her slender fingers painted with nail polish.

The white chiffon shirt was taken off, revealing smooth skin and a black bra on the upper body.

After taking off the stockings, Zhai Xuan went to the bathroom, took a nice bath, and when she turned around, she was already wearing a white bathrobe.

Aunt Xuan with shoulder-length hair looks even more beautiful, with a kind of pure tenderness.

"Zi Yang, let's forget it, it's already so late, you won't be able to get a taxi if you go back later, or so be it." After taking a shower, Zhai Xuan still felt a little inappropriate.

It wasn't that he was afraid that Zhou Ziyang would take advantage of him, but that he really didn't want to trouble Zhou Ziyang. After all, he was drunk last time, and Zhou Ziyang didn't take advantage of himself by taking care of himself like this.

Zhou Ziyang said with a smile: "It's okay, Aunt Xuan, if you help me like this today, I can't help you in other places. You must be very tired wearing high heels every day. I'll help you squeeze your shoulders. Wait a while." Asleep, I will leave by myself."

"You know this?" Zhai Xuan felt that Zhou Ziyang seemed to know everything.

Zhou Ziyang said: "When I was young, every time my father came home, he looked like he had a sore back. I wanted to please him, and then I gave him a massage, but he still treated me indifferently, but it made me After learning a skill, if you really can't do it in the future, you can go to a massage shop and give someone else a massage."

After hearing this, Zhai Xuan couldn't help but think of an eight or nine-year-old child being forced to massage his parents, and felt a little pity in his heart, but Zhou Ziyang suffered a lot.

"Aunt Xuan, may I press it for you for a while?" Zhou Ziyang said.

Zhai Xuan saw that Zhou Ziyang was not being polite, but had a sincere expression on his face, and was finally moved by Zhou Ziyang, she thought for a while and said, "Let me change my clothes."

It is always impossible to give Zhou Ziyang a massage in a bathrobe, and it is always weird to think that Zhou Ziyang's hands are going to touch her body. Although Zhai Xuan does not dislike Zhou Ziyang, Zhai Xuan still has some feelings about others touching her body. Strange, so she thought about it, and changed into a T-shirt and loose cropped pants.

Thinking of Zhou Ziyang going to rub his legs for a while, it feels strange, forget it, it's better to put on pantyhose, at least this way Zhou Ziyang will not be able to touch himself.

So Zhai Xuan first put on a pair of thin panty stockings, and then put on cropped trousers. When she reappeared in front of Zhou Ziyang, Zhai Xuan was already a gentle woman who was completely at home, with black and beautiful hair. Her hair hung down like a waterfall, and her proud figure could be vaguely seen under the loose T-shirt.

It's just that a pair of beautiful legs under the cropped trousers are wrapped in flesh-colored stockings, which always feels nondescript.

(End of this chapter)