Ye Tianle goes to Yang Ruoxi's back and massages her shoulder painfully: "tired?"

Yang Ruoxi said with a smile: "Hey, what's wrong with you?"

"No. Don't make me wrong. Is it strange for me to massage you? "

"it's very strange. In general, you are all old men who want me to massage you. Now the sun is coming out from the West. I have to ask, say, I can bear it."

"you're too busy to be sunny."

"really not?" Yang raised his head and asked.

Ye Tian immediately leaned over to make a close contact with her, and her tongue was flexible around the fragrance of Ruoshi.

Xiaoqing coughs,...