"Low back pain." Song Ci put down the keyboard and mouse and stretched his waist greatly.
The height of the tea table is really a little short. Playing games like this makes me feel uncomfortable.
"Shall I rub it for you?" Chu Rong was in a very good mood after dissolving the team.
Imagining Tong Xianzhou yelling angrily, Chu Rong couldn't help laughing.
Hearing Song Ci humming, he immediately asked thoughtfully.
Song Ci shook his head wildly, indicating no need.
Chu Rong's way of rubbing his stomach is too comfortable, and his waist won't be too bad.
Song Ci didn't want to be comfortable enough to fall asleep again.
Then he fell asleep and was woken up.
That feeling is too painful.
Come a few more times to make sure you can get out of bed.
Therefore, Song Ci decided to knead it himself.
Although not as comfortable as Chu Rong's kneading, it can also relieve low back pain.
Song Ci rubbed and rubbed, and suddenly thought of a serious problem.
After playing for so long, she couldn't stand the pain in her waist. Chu Rong's waist hurt more after playing for a long time?!
"If you have low back pain, I'll rub it for you." Song Ci stood up and said seriously.
Chu Rong helped her rub her stomach, so she had to rub it for Chu Rong.
Chu Rong looked at Song Ci's bright eyes and said that his waist didn't hurt at all.
Song Ci didn't care so much. He went directly to Chu Rong and rubbed Chu Rong's waist.
Chu Rong: "
He felt Song Ci's little hands moving around his waist, and Chu Rong only felt his body hot.
"I don't hurt at all," Chu Rong said.
I felt that it was a wrong choice for Song Ci to rub his waist.
"You're welcome." Song Ci thought Chu Rong was polite, so his men didn't stop.
Song Ci hasn't been rubbed for anyone. I don't know anything about skills.
However, Song Ci is a smart person. I feel that other people's waist is no different from my own. It's easy to judge where it will be more comfortable to rub.
Chu Rong felt Song Ci's self-taught waist rubbing skills. It was comfortable, but it was too hot.
"OK, I think it's almost." Chu Rong grabbed Song Ci's hand and wouldn't let Song Ci continue.
Go on, Chu Rong is afraid he can't help it.
Chu Rong grabbed his hand and Song Ci couldn't knead it if he wanted to.
Seeing Chu Rong blush, Song Ci doesn't understand what's going on, but it can be understood that Chu Rong really doesn't want her to rub his waist.
Otherwise, why would you even blush with anger.
Song Ci feels so wronged.
She knew her skills were bad, but she was despised by Chu Rong. Song Ci still felt wronged by the thief.
"You despise me." Song Ci let Chu Rong catch her hand and didn't struggle to get rid of it. He stared at Chu Rong's eyes so straight and looked wronged.
Chu Rong: "
Chu Rong didn't know that he disliked Song Ci.
It's too late for him to like Song Ci. How can he dislike it!
"It's too late for me to like you. How can I dislike you?!" Chu Rong thought so and said so.
Song Ci was still wronged. He looked at Chu Rong, stared straight into Chu Rong's eyes and said, "but you don't want me to rub your waist. It must be that I don't rub well, so if you don't want to, you obviously dislike my bad technique of rubbing your waist."
After listening to Song Ci, Chu Rong really didn't know what kind of expression he should show at this moment.
But he really wants to shout, he's wronged!