Interstellar Acupuncture Master

"Have you eaten? Are you hungry?" Xiaojiling, who came back from the meal, was worried that Qiao Yu was hungry. He had a bad stomach and often didn't eat on time. Whenever he was free, he had to ask Doctor Xiao Yang to prick him twice. Acupuncture treatment.

"Isn't this about to be eaten?"

Qiao Yu's fingers were slightly cold, and as soon as he touched the hot abdominal muscles of the little wit, the little wit trembled like an electric shock, and pressed his hand: "Don't..."

"Don't what?"

Restless fingers wandered recklessly, gliding over the sharp-edged abdominal muscles, lingering on the bulging chest, as soft as feathers, but carrying an electric current that makes the heart disorder.

"Don't...stop~"

Qiao Yu stretched out her hand and tore off a row of buttons on her shirt, and smiled at the person under her, "Of order, ma'am."

Hearty!

The little wit nestled in Qiao Yu's arms, gently rubbing Qiao Yu's stomach.

Yes, Mr. Qiao still couldn't do it after eating Xiaojiling, and his stomach still ached in protest.

But Mr. Qiao refused to let his wife get out of bed to cook, so Xiaojiling had to order takeaway, and then continued to massage Mr. Qiao.

"You said that today the queen brought seven people with special skills to go on a blind date with the marshal? And in front of Dr. Xiao Yang?"

"That's right! It's almost an Asura field. Although the marshal always deducts my bonus, I feel sorry for him today."

"It's okay, don't feel bad about it." Qiao Yu stroked Xiao Jiling's skinny cheeks, "Poor people must have something to hate."

"Hmm! My hair was cut by Mr. Tony brought by the queen. Does it look good?"

Qiao Yu smiled and stroked Xiaojiling's hair, "It's beautiful."

"That's right! The queen said, with such a handsome hairstyle, I will be very happy tonight! Hehe."

Qiao Yu lowered her head and kissed the tip of Xiaojiling's nose, "Then are you happy now?"

"Enen!" Little Witty's nose itched slightly, not satisfied, he raised his head and asked for a kiss.

Mr. Qiao has never been stingy in this regard, "If your hair looks good, you look even better."

After the long kiss, Little Witty was almost at the peak of happiness.

"The queen suggested that the marshal cut it too, but the marshal didn't cut it anyway. Tell me, if the marshal did cut it, wouldn't he be happy tonight!" Little Witty's hand massaging his stomach began to be dishonest again.

Mr. Qiao put the dishonest cleverness under his body, "I think so."

"Ok?"

"Even if I cut it, I'm sure I won't be as happy as you."

"Um~um~ah~"

Marshal Lu, who was sleeping, sneezed, turned over, and fell asleep again.