Top Giants: Rebirth of the Black-Bellied Wife

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Top Giants: Rebirth of the Black-Bellied Wife Chapter 401: How to touch

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The next day was Sunday, and Leng Yiyao happened to be fine, so she simply slept enough in the Marshal's Mansion.

Hemo finished her official business in the morning, and when she waited for lunch, he personally came to wake her up.

Leng Yiyao had long been used to this person walking around in her room, without any awkward expression, put on her coat at will, and went directly to the bathroom to wash.

By the time the new package came out, it was already 12 noon.

She stretched her waist and squinted comfortably, which looked a bit like the leopard she was raising.

"Have you been too tired recently? Come, lie down, and I will help you relax." Hemo actually came here this morning, and she couldn't bear to disturb her when she was sleeping. However, since her return from neighboring countries, her training in the military academy has obviously increased by another degree. Now, even the instructor dare not personally intervene in her training plan. Although he felt distressed, he also knew what her temperament was, so he could just let her do whatever she wanted.

"Hey, you are in a good mood today." She hung up the wet towel, her face was not powdered, but it looked like a glass egg shell, which made people want to take a bite.

He patted the position beside the bed and motioned her to pass.

She smiled and lay directly on the bed, turned over and turned her back to him: "Come on, let me feel the master massage."

The training should follow the principle of gradual and orderly progress. Originally, she was not particularly anxious. Since she has recovered most of the time, take her time. But now that the war between the two countries is imminent, she has indeed been a bit overloaded recently. His waist and thighs were sore and sore. When he came back from the Kings family yesterday, the other party didn't notice it. He didn't expect his eyes to be so sharp that he could see clearly.

With the passing of late autumn, winter is approaching.

Leng Yiyao's pajamas are a little thick, but there are gaps in the shoulders and calves.

He followed the two gaps and touched them little by little, with a touch of pity and helplessness in his eyes. "Is it sour here?" He squeezed her calf first.

Leng Yiyao nodded comfortably, her hair falling not far from him, most of it spread out, looking like an ecstatic banshee.

The sun was just outside, falling in the room, bright and brilliant.

She tilted her head and quietly looked at Hemo who was seriously helping her massage: "I heard that this time you are going to send no more than 50 delegations. Evans is gone again, and you are going to take "Bai Ze". How to do?"

Hemo once took her to Baize's training base in person, and had seen the training intensity and basic qualities there. Even the military academy directly under it could not be said to be good enough. After all, the establishment of the former considers special institutions.

"Frere asked you to ask?" He softened the hard part of her calf, and a smile appeared at the corner of his lips, not surprised that she would ask this.

"He just mentioned it casually, I'm very interested." She patted her shoulder gently, motioning him to change the position and massage.

Probably, in the whole world, she is the only one who instructs him to act as a matter of course.

He carefully pulled down the pajamas on her shoulders. It was white and smooth to the touch. He couldn't wait to **** his hands on it and never separate.