Feeling the temperature of Lu Xingzhi's fingers, Huo Jinchen breathed a sigh of relief. He could not be satisfied to a great extent, but at least it was much more comfortable than nothing.

"How are you?" Lu Xingzhi felt his hands were sour and weak.

"Wait a moment. Darling You said you helped me. Who makes you stop seducing me all the time... " Huo Jinchen is lying lazily like a king at the moment, while Lu Xingzhi is his favorite imperial concubine.

"It's your own lust." Lu Xingzhi thinks that she is innocent. She has done nothing.

At most, it was just a few words.

She dare not provoke him now.

She plays the piano all day and her hands won't be so sour.

"Not yet?" Lu Xingzhi and insisted for a long time, Huo Jinchen did not stop, "my hands are tired, otherwise you come by yourself!"

"I don't feel for my hands." Huo Jinchen gave her another kiss on her lips, "I have feelings for your people, your lips, your body, your heart, your hands, everything you have."

"Don't talk about it." Lu Xingzhi still couldn't help red ears.

"Well, well, I won't tell you." Huo Jinchen suddenly grabbed her hand, tightly wrapped, and lowered his voice, "Zhizhi, I love you very much."

"I know."

"How can you know that I haven't actually reflected it, and I haven't proved it with my actions?" Huo Jinchen suddenly looked like some pain, and after a long time, he let out a dull hum.

"Know, know..." Tightly hugging Lu Xingzhi, panting. Finally he said, "wash your hands."

Lu Xingzhi quickly ran to the bathroom and washed his hands.

Then I took a bath.

When she came back again, she sat on the sofa and didn't want to be with Huo Jinchen.

Amanda was right, but she didn't say that helping Huo Jinchen do this would hurt her hands.

Lu Xingzhi decided that the next time she played cards with Amanda, she must win more money from her.

She's too bad.

What's more, she didn't enjoy it anyway, but Huo Jinchen

She saw it. He enjoyed it. How can not enjoy, she has served him for an hour!

It's strange. Playing mahjong for an hour will not make your hands sour!

"Know, angry?" Huo Jinchen naturally felt that Lu Xing was not happy. He also sat on the sofa and ignored him.

"Not angry, but unhappy." Lu Xingzhi corrected him.

Huo Jinchen:

What's the difference?

"I'm not good. What do you want me to do?" Huo Jinchen doesn't know what to do, but it's always right to apologize first.

He has come up with a truth since he was a child, never and women will reason.

Women are always right. If there is a mistake, you should take it on yourself.

"I just hope you don't do anything." When Lu Xingzhi spoke, he turned his wrist again.

"Are your hands still sour? I'll pinch it for you Huo Jinchen saw her movement, took her hand and gave her a gentle massage.

Lu Xingzhi leaned against the sofa with his eyes closed, thinking of what Bertrand had said to her. He said to Huo Jinchen: "uncle, the teacher said that he wanted me to go to France with him. Doesn't he have a symphony orchestra? There's always a show, and he wants me to show up in France with me. "

"He has planned your future well."