My Prime Minister is so cute

On the surface, Sarah worked and ate as usual.

But in fact, he seemed absent-minded the whole time, and the progress of the manuscript was extremely slow.

After taking a shower at night, she tossed and turned in bed, unable to fall asleep at all. Her mind was full of the relaxation she felt during the massage.

Finally, Sarah couldn't sleep, so she got up, turned on the magic lamp in the room, locked the doors and windows, then took out the good books she had purchased from Central City and began to appreciate the masterpieces of body art from the masters.

Put it before.

After appreciating the masterpieces of masters and doing some finger exercises, you can have a sweet dream comfortably.

But no matter how much finger gymnastics Sarah did today, she was still not satisfied. All she longed for was Bird's hot and rough palms, and the wonderful feeling of touching her back.

Finally, she had no choice but to close her eyes.

Only by imagining that the person doing finger gymnastics was Bird did he finally suppress this desire and fall into a deep sleep.

Time comes to the fourth day.

Sarah had barely gotten any work done all day.

That evening, he hesitated and lingered at the door of Bird's room for a long time before finally gritting his teeth and leaving.

But at night, the magic lamp in Sarah's room was on for most of the day, and it finally went out until dawn.

.......

Day .

It has been five days since I stopped the massage.

Early in the morning, Sarah appeared at the breakfast table with dark circles under her eyes and a dazed look in her eyes.

"Are you okay?"

Sophia was shocked when she saw this: "Are you sick?"

"I'm fine, Sophia, I just didn't sleep well." Sarah forced a smile.

At this time, Bird had finished breakfast and was preparing to go to work at the district government.

Sarah didn't bother to chew slowly, and ate the fried eggs and bacon on the plate in two or three bites, and chased after him before he left.

"Bird, give me a massage," she said in a low voice.

"Oh?" Bird paused, raised his eyebrows, and asked in surprise, "Is the manuscript I wanted finished?"

"The manuscript, the manuscript is almost done..."

Sarah whispered, "Give me a massage first, and I'll make it up to you later."

"Haha." Bird sneered and was about to leave.

"Wait a moment!"

The famous writer who was so tough just two days ago now said humbly, "Press it once, just once, I haven't had a good sleep for two days..."

"No."

Bird was ruthless: "No script, no massage."

"Is it really not possible..."

Sarah's eyes suddenly became empty, but they suddenly lit up as if she thought of something, and she said excitedly: "By the way, I heard Sophia say that you, a pervert, like to play with girls' feet the most. I can wear black stockings for you to play with, and you can play with them however you want..."

Bird: “???”

Looking at the magician lady with wide eyes and a look of longing, he frowned, a little surprised and doubtful.

Why do I always feel a little weird?

I remember this was just a massage, right?

After trying hard to recall what he had done and confirming that he had really only given Sarah a massage and did not bring any strange white powder, Bird shook his head firmly.

"No means no, no manuscript, no massage."

Although black stockings are quite tempting, I have played with them so many times before, so the manuscript is more important in comparison.

"Is it really not possible?"

Sarah's eyes suddenly turned red.

Bird glanced at the time on his watch. Seeing that he was about to be late, he frowned and said, "Let's talk about this later, okay? I have to go to work now. Please move aside."

"No," Sarah said, standing in front of him. "I can't function without a massage! I won't be able to write a single article at this rate!"

Seeing the great writer lady pestering him endlessly.

Bird said helplessly: "Afternoon, afternoon is fine, you go to the hotel and wait for me."

Chapter 175 Essential Oil Massage

I waited in anticipation until the afternoon.

Sarah waited on the sofa in the hotel room, fidgeting uncomfortably.

click-

There was a crisp metallic clang as the key was inserted into the keyhole.

Sarah's ears twitched.

The next moment, Bird, dressed in a suit and holding a briefcase, walked into the room, sat down on the small table beside the bed, and took out a glass bottle filled with light yellow liquid from his bag.

Sarah suppressed the itching in her lower abdomen and asked, "What is this?"

“Floral essential oil.”

Bird explained slowly, "It's used for an ancient essential oil massage."

"Essential oil massage?" Sarah looked puzzled.

“To put it simply, it is to allow essential oils to enter the body through massage.”

Bird said: "It is good for blood circulation, promotes cell regeneration, and restores skin elasticity. It is also better and more comfortable than the previous massage..."

“Even more comfortable than before???”

Sarah was shocked.

"Yes, the goods are purer... ahem, I mean the experience is better."

Bird held the bottle in the air, dangling it back and forth, and said in a seductive tone, "Do you want to try it?"

"Think, think!"

Sarah's eyes lit up, her body trembling with excitement, and she was almost shaking her non-existent tail: "Please, let me try an essential oil massage, I can do anything!!!"

Seeing her extremely eager look, Bird touched his chin, still feeling weird.

I've given massages to the district mayor before, and I simply thought it was quite comfortable. I forgot about it afterwards, and I didn't look like I couldn't leave him at all...

Bird, unable to figure it out, gave up trying to figure it out. Instead, he coughed twice and said, "You just said you'd do anything, right?"

Sarah immediately became nervous: "You, what do you want to do?!"

It's over.

This time, I will definitely take the opportunity to make very excessive demands.

"Do nothing."

Bird pulled a sheaf of manuscript paper from his briefcase.

"Here's a 6000-word short story outline," he said slowly. "Finish it now, and I'll give you an essential oil massage."

Sarah: “…”

The magician lady showed a strange look and stared at Bird.

"Don't make that face." Bird slammed the table in dissatisfaction. "This is an extra massage opportunity, and it's an even more effective essential oil massage. I'm giving it to you because you behaved so poorly this morning. If you want it later, you'll have to submit the manuscript."

Think of an essential oil massage for a more pleasurable experience.

Sarah thought about it for a while, and finally gritted her teeth and said, "Okay, I'll do it."

So in the next three hours, stimulated by the essential oil massage, the great writer gave up the so-called 'high standards of literary workers' and quickly concocted a short fantasy novel.

"Is it okay?" Sarah asked with a look of exhaustion.

"Ah."

After inspecting the results, Bird nodded with satisfaction, but at the same time couldn't help but complain: "It would have been too late to finish it if we did it this way earlier - all right, go lie down on the bed."

Restraining her inner joy, Sarah's expression did not show any change. She just quickly lay down on the bed, closed her eyes, and prepared to enjoy the so-called 'essential oil massage that is more comfortable than before'.

Waited for a while.

A large, burning hand touched his back, then grabbed the hem of his shirt, trying to pull it up...

Sarah: “?!”

She opened her eyes suddenly in shock, subconsciously trying to sit up, and shamefully yelled, "You, you, you pervert! You've finally revealed your true colors! It turns out that any massage is just a trick!!!"

Bird asked in return: "What true face?"

"How dare you ask?" Sarah's eyes widened. "Tell me, what were you going to do?"

"Massage," Bird replied.

"What kind of massage is this? You're clearly trying to take off my clothes!" Sarah stretched out her finger. "You pervert, you're trying to take advantage of me! Death penalty!!!"

"Hey, essential oil massage, essential oil massage." Bird shook the bottle of essential oil in his hand. "How can you apply essential oil while wearing clothes? Are you applying it on your clothes? That's not essential oil massage, that's essential oil laundry!"

"Eh?"

Sarah was stunned for a moment: "Is that so?"

"That's it. Besides, isn't there underwear inside?"

Bird said righteously, "Think about it, isn't it similar to what you get when you swim? You don't feel shy when you swim, so why do you feel shy when you're getting a massage?"

Although Sarah felt that there was something wrong with this statement, she hadn't slept well for two days and had just written 6000 words. Her head was dizzy and she couldn't find any rebuttal for the time being.

Bird waited for a long time, then said impatiently, "Are you going to press it or not? You were the one who begged me to press it, but now you're not going to press it. Don't you think I have too much time?"

Although I really want to refuse firmly.

But feeling the harassment coming from her lower abdomen, Sarah hesitated for a moment, then lay back down again and whispered, "Just press it."

But she immediately raised her voice and warned loudly: "It's just an essential oil massage! Don't touch me! "

This is very contradictory. During massage, you can at most not move your feet, but it is inevitable to move your hands.

"Don't worry, don't worry."

Technician Bird's eyes flashed as he began to assist the customer in removing the white patterned textile woven from natural animal fibers. This left only a white triangular handicraft made from purer silk threads, spit out by some insect metamorphosis, and two similar objects, similar to Ultraman's eyes, woven from animal fibers with silk linings...

Although usually wrapped in a large magic robe.

But in fact, Sarah has a very well-proportioned figure, with a slender waist, long legs, and fair and delicate skin, like a fine work of art.

Technician No. 1 Bird showed an expression of pure appreciation.

"Miss, your skin is quite good," Technician No. 1 said professionally. "It's so fair and tender. I guess you take good care of it, don't you?"

"Stop, stop talking nonsense."

Sarah shrank back, suppressing her shame: “Hurry up and massage!”

Although the exposed area is about the same as when swimming.

She felt a sense of shyness that she had nowhere to hide, but her body was full of anticipation and she couldn't control it. These two conflicting emotions were in her heart at the same time, forcing Sarah to silently repeat "This is just an essential oil massage, this is just an essential oil massage" to numb her mind.

Bird picked up the bottle of essential oil next to him.

A wonderful little tool for the resignation system, pure natural floral essential oil.

Opening the bottle cap, Bird poured a pool of delicate and shiny essential oil into his palm, then rubbed his hands repeatedly with force and speed.

"I'm doing the initial heating," Bird explained, sounding very professional. "You'll feel a scalding sensation shortly. This is normal. It helps the essential oil evaporate and absorb..."

"By the way, miss, which part would you like to massage first?"

Chapter 176: Slippery is more useful

Although he asked Sarah's opinion.