Chapter 97

He moved again and knelt up. He was so tall that he could barely use some strength.

Mo Huan was so comfortable that he hummed, but the hard stone like muscles soon made Shen Qing's fingers ache.

"Well, why did you stop? I'm still in pain." Mo Huan couldn't turn back, so he twisted his body and asked.

"You are comfortable. My hands are almost broken." Shen Qing keeps throwing her hands in the air, hoping that she can recover quickly.

"Ouch! Ouch! But I'm in pain. I'm tired with this posture! " Mo Huan began to reach his neck with his backhand again and kept crying.

At this time, Shen Qing is quarreled by Mo Huan and completely forgets why she came to the car. Seeing how miserable he was, Shen Qing asked, "do you have a comb?"

"Ah? what? Comb? " Mo Huan turned around, stiff neck looked at Shen Qing: "your hair is very neat, do not comb."

Shen Qing almost choked by her own saliva. Who wants to comb her hair!

Well, forgive him for not knowing, but after all, he certainly doesn't know what he's going to do.

"Give it to me. I'll help you relieve your neck pain. " Shen Qing found that she was tired not only in her hands but also in her legs. It's uncomfortable kneeling, but I have to work hard to adapt to the speed of the carriage to keep balance.

Then he knelt down on his calf and waited for Mo Huan to bring her a comb.

However, Mo Huan looked at Shen Qing strangely: "you girls have a lot of money. Don't you all have combs on your body?"

Huh? Shen Qing said she never knew. But think about it. In my previous life, I did bring a small comb every day. In addition, I also had a small mirror and a series of cosmetics.

Does it mean that ancient women wear combs just like they used to wear make-up bags?

"I didn't." Shen Qing said truthfully. In previous lives, not all girls wore make-up bags.

Mo Huan turned around and looked at Shen Qing seriously. Is there anything wrong with this pair of dark pool like eyes staring at Shen Qing's hair?

Suddenly he picked the corner of his mouth, flashed waves in the corner of his eyes, said with a smile: "you don't look like a woman, you still don't believe it." Then he tilted his head and stiffened himself, and took out a delicate jade comb from a small drawer under the tea table.

Take the comb, and then look at Mo Huan, who really uses what. Even the guy who combs his hair is so delicate and elegant. It's not like a man's, it's a luxury shop's brand goods.

I saw the jade comb was full of water, which was called Shuitou in previous generations. The water head is so full that when you look at the light, you can hardly find any defects. It's just the color of the comb Shen Qing saw many Jadeites in her previous life, but most of them were light green, dark or emerald green. But this comb is purple, a little red and pink.

My God! This kind of jade has only been seen in magazines, which is no less than the best kind of violet jade. This purple, soft and noble, atmosphere and elegant. Shen Qing remembers the introduction of purple jadeite in that magazine: purple was called emperor color in ancient China. From the great emperor of Ziwei to the Forbidden City, from Ziqi East, where Laozi left the pass, to the purple ribbon, purple jadeite all showed the sacred and noble status of purple. The true high quality purple jadeite is worth more than green jadeite.

Facing the light coming in the window, the water head seems to flow out. Hold in the hand, at first it is cool, but soon it is warm. It's smooth and delicate without any scratch. People can't put it down if they touch it.

Seemingly simple, but very expensive comb, Shen Qing felt heavier than gold. Is this comb for use or for watching or playing?

"Give me a comb that I can use." Shen Qing gently put the jade comb on the tea table for fear that it would be damaged by her carelessness.

"The comb is for use, of course. This is a spare in my car. You can use it. " Mo Huan said carelessly.

What! Use it. It's a spare one! How unusual you use it.

Shen Qing feels that her values have been ruined. Do you want to be a local tyrant!

Then gently picked up the priceless treasure she thought. Since its owners say they can use it casually, let's use it. Anyway, it is also used on its owners.

Mo Huan didn't know what she was going to do with the comb, but he half lowered his head and still rubbed his back neck.

"Just take off your coat and show your neck and shoulders." Shen Qing saw that the warm stove in the car was burning vigorously, so that his skin would not freeze.

Ah? disrobe? Mo Huan was surprised. He suddenly turned back to see Shen Qing, but he stretched his neck. The pain made him "ouch" again. After a while, he stared at her in surprise and asked, "don't you want to insult me? I tell you, you are my daughter's family, but you are the one who suffers

It's all about what! Shen Qing is so angry that she wants to smash him with what she has in her hand. When she sees it, she can't bear it. Even if it's not her own comb, if it's broken, she can't afford to pay for it.

Hen hen put down the raised comb. Shen Qing turned her head and said angrily, "I'm not interested in you. If you want to make your neck more comfortable, don't take it off."Oh, it turns out that's what happened. Earlier, Mo Huan was so scared that he shivered in his heart. Put peacetime pour also not afraid, oneself a big man still beat a female baby? But now it's not the same. I can't move my upper body, and I can't use my ability.

In order to relieve the pain, Mo Huan obediently undressed and glanced at Shen Qing from time to time. In that way, he was a very intimidated daughter-in-law.

Shen Qing looked at him. It was ridiculous and irritating. It was just like she was a lecherous rascal.

Move to his back, let oneself no longer look at his face full of suffocating. Pick up the comb, use the comb back to start along his meridians from top to bottom, once, the same frequency, the same strength.

At the beginning of scraping, Mo Huan felt like someone was cutting his skin with a knife. He just wanted to shout. But after a few times, although the scraped position was a little painful, the burning feeling completely replaced the original pain and stiffness. A few more times later, I tried to move. I could move, and it didn't hurt so much.

Mo Huan felt that he was immediately full of blood, and said excitedly, "Xiao Qing, your move is really good. It's really moving!"

"Don't move! It's not over yet. " Seeing that Mo Huan's neck was moving under the comb, Shen Qing cheered.

For the sake of his upper body's freedom and happiness, Mo Huan obediently sat down and let Shen Qing continue.

After scraping for another half a moment, Shen Qing saw that her skin was purplish red, with little black spots in the middle. It seems that the cold is not light. No wonder it hurts like this.