Zhan Qipei didn't care at all that Qiao Jing said he was shameless, but was very happy.
He sat up straight on the sofa.
"What's the use of having face? Can you get a wife if you have face?"
If he wanted to lose face from the beginning, he probably wouldn't be able to coax Qiao Jing back.
He knew that his wife was soft-spoken rather than tough-minded, and that trying to be tough with her would only make her angry, so he chose to use both soft and hard tactics.
Qiao Jing ignored Zhan Qi Pei and prepared to go back to the room.
"If you love it, don't take it off. If you don't take it off, you'll fall down."
When the time comes, this bitch should just don't complain to her when his back hurts.
She has already helped Zhan Qi Pei think of a way, but now this bitch refuses to take off his clothes and let her massage him, so don't blame her for not doing it.
She picked up the essential oil on the table and was about to turn around when the man sounded with a hint of helplessness.
"Don't leave, I'll take it off."
He couldn't miss this opportunity to let Qiao Jing give him a massage. After all, he wouldn't be so lucky next time.
Qiao Jing stood aside, looking directly at Zhan Qi Pei, waiting for the other party to take off his clothes.
She just looked at the man's slender hands and moved them to the collar.
Zhan Qipei raised his long eyebrows slightly, raised the corners of his mouth, and a hint of ambiguity flashed under his eyes.
He deliberately slowed down the process of unbuttoning the buttons, one by one, and slowly unbuttoned them.
When he unbuttoned the first button, he raised his eyes and looked at Qiao Jing.
There was a hint of doubt written on Qiao Jing's cold face.
"What are you looking at me doing?"
Now she just hopes that Zhan Qi Pei can finish the massage for her quickly, and then she can go to wash up and go to bed.
Zhan Qipei looked away, the smile on his face became a little unclear, and he unbuttoned the second button.
After the second button was unbuttoned, the collar of the shirt was slightly open, revealing the man's well-defined clavicle, which was very slender and looming under the white shirt.
The air seemed to be filled with male hormones unique to Zhan Qi Pei.
Qiao Jing suddenly felt that she should avoid suspicion at this moment, but she felt that it was not necessary.
It was just taking off her shirt. If she tried to avoid suspicion, it would seem that she was being too deliberate.
Zhan Qi Pei continued to unbutton, and when he unbuttoned the fourth button, he stopped.
This forced Qiao Jing to see the man's tight chest and the large area of skin.
She suddenly felt something strange in her heart. She was a doctor and had seen the bodies of countless men and women.
But every time she felt calm.
In her eyes, there is no difference between the patient's body and she has long been used to it.
But just now she saw Zhan Qi Pei unbuttoning his buttons one by one, and when she saw the man's collarbone, she actually wanted to avoid suspicion.
Even later, after seeing Zhan Qi Pei's exposed chest, he wanted to look away.
Zhan Qipei leaned on the back of the sofa somewhat casually, hooked his slender fingers on the next button, and then slowly unbuttoned it.
The action of unbuttoning is obviously normal, but when it happens to Zhan Qi Pei, it gives people an inexplicable feeling of abstinence.
Qiao Jin stared at the man, not knowing how to react for a moment.
At this moment, there were two voices in her heart. One voice told her that this was normal and she didn't need to avoid it. The other voice said that this was Zhan Qi Pei. He was different from others and should be avoided.
This made her even more confused.
In her mind, what is the difference between Zhan Qi Pei and others?
Before she could think about it, she saw the corners of the man's mouth raised.
The smile he showed at this time, when placed on his face, had a feeling of abstinence and a hint of sexiness.
The button that should have been unbuttoned in less than ten seconds was suddenly delayed by him for more than a minute.
After Zhan Qi Pei unbuttoned his shirt, he put the shirt aside, lay back on the sofa, and opened his thin lips.
"Okay, it's time for the massage."
Qiao Jing came back to her senses, didn't think about what happened just now, and walked to the sofa.
She poured the essential oil on her hands, spread it evenly on her palms, and placed her palms tightly against the man's broad back.
She pressed on several places and applied more essential oil in her palms to several acupuncture points.
Zhan Qipei couldn't see Qiao Jing's face, but the woman's slightly cool fingertips were tightly attached to his warm skin, giving him an even more different experience.
When he was being massaged through a layer of clothes before, although he felt something, it was not as strong as the touch he felt now.
The woman's soft palms were still massaging his back, and the essential oil was evenly distributed on his back. Qiao Jing controlled the pressure on the acupoints from time to time.
At this moment, he didn't care that the pain in his waist was gradually relieving, but what he cared about was that the woman's soft hands were roaming around on his back.
His dark eyes were slowly filled with incomprehensible emotions, and a fire was burning in his heart, gradually trying to spread from his limbs.
He suppressed the restlessness in his heart, but could not suppress the heat in his body.
Qiao Jing felt that the temperature in her palm was gradually rising, and she knew very well that this was not her own temperature.
She raised her hand with a puzzled look on her face, and when she put her hand on the man's skin again, she found that the man's skin had become slightly hot.
Sure enough, it came from Zhan Qi Pei.
I guess this bitch man is thinking about something else.
However, she didn't care what he was thinking. Anyway, Zhan Qipei was torturing himself by thinking so much.
Deserve it!
Zhan Qi Pei found that he couldn't suppress the restlessness in his body and raised his long eyebrows.
But fortunately, his back was turned to Qiao Jin, so the woman couldn't notice anything strange about him.
However, his wife has passed the critical period, so if he forces it...
Just when Zhan Qipei was about to lose control, his cell phone rang.
It's Qiao Jing's cell phone.
Hearing the ringtone, Qiao Jing paused in her massage action, looked at the caller, and then looked at the essential oil on her hand.
"Please pick it up for me. I have essential oil on my hands, so it's inconvenient."
Zhan Qipei said "Oh", stretched out his arm and took out the mobile phone on the table.
After seeing the caller's name, his eyes darkened, he clicked to answer and turned on the hands-free button.
Xu Moqian's voice came over the moment the call was connected.
"Sister Jing, do you want to go out for supper?"
Just when Qiao Jing was about to answer, Zhan Qipei's voice sounded first.
"Qiao Jing is not free, she is giving me a massage."
He narrowed his eyes slightly, and a shadow flashed across his eyes.
In the middle of the night, Xu Moqian actually wanted to ask his wife out to play?
Do you really think he is dead?!
After hearing what Zhan Qi Pei said, Xu Moqian immediately jumped up, as if he had eaten gunpowder.
He subconsciously cursed.
"Holy shit? What the hell?! Sister Jing is giving you a massage?"
Could it be that Zhan Qi Pei lied to him on purpose?
Zhan Qipei put the phone aside.
"That's right, use essential oil to massage me. It's a full body spa."
He deliberately emphasized the word "whole body".
Xu Moqian's voice suddenly became louder, and his eyes widened on the other end of the phone.
"Sister Jing? What's going on? The whole body? Which whole body? It can't be the one I thought - that kind of thing?!"