Chapter 132 The Fragrance of the Two Phoenixes and Cui Ling

After sitting for a while, Zheng Xiangjun felt that Chen Yilong had no movement. She couldn't help but raise her head slightly, wanting to see what Chen Yilong was doing. When she saw that Chen Yilong was staring at Wang Cuiling in a daze, she kept looking at him. She couldn't help but feel a little angry and coughed at Chen Yilong.

Zheng Xiangjun's coughing sounded in his ears. Chen Yilong couldn't help feeling his loss of composure, and his face turned slightly red. In order to hide his loss of composure, Chen Yilong hurriedly walked to the edge of the table, picked up the water cup on the table, handed it to Zheng Xiangjun's skin, and said in a panic:

Dr. Zheng, please have tea

When Zheng Xiangjun saw Chen Yilong's appearance, she couldn't help feeling a little disappointed and said to herself:

I thought he meant me more than Yànling, but I didn't expect that as soon as I came up, he looked at Yànling in a lust. Could it be that I am really old and no longer as attractive as before?

Thinking of this, Zheng Xiangjun couldn't help feeling a little disappointed in her heart, but suddenly she remembered the situation where Chen Yilong touched her on the mountain just now. She couldn't help but feel that Chen Yilong brought a glass of water to her. She couldn't help but subconsciously stretched out her hand and wanted to pick up the water cup from Chen Yilong's hand.

However, Zheng Xiangjun was thinking about his thoughts, and Chen Yilong was also distracted. So, the two of them put their hands on, but the other did not catch them. They only heard the two of them yelling, and a glass of water poured on Zheng Xiangjun's thighs.

Fortunately, the water in the cup was warm, so Zheng Xiangjun was not scalded. Seeing the water splashing on Zheng Xiangjun's legs, Chen Yilong felt even more panicked. He couldn't help but stretch out his hand and wanted to help Zheng Xiangjun wipe the water on his thighs.

Zheng Xiangjun also bent down at this time, trying to wipe the water marks on his thighs. Their heads couldn't help but touched each other. Only a loud noise was heard. Zheng Xiangjun couldn't help but cover her head with her hands and sat on the chair. Her face also showed a look of pain. Her big watery eyes couldn't help but stared at Chen Yilong with a fierce look.

Chen Yilong saw Zheng Xiangjun's angry expression mixed with a hint of charming temptation. His towering breasts were wrapped in white clothes, and his breathing was slightly rapid. He couldn't help but jumped in his heart.

Chen Yilong squatted down, stretched out his hand, and wiped Zheng Xiangjun's thighs, but Zheng Xiangjun sat there, afraid that Chen Yilong would do anything else, and his head felt a slight pain at this time.

So Zheng Xiangjun sat there without any movement, allowing Chen Yilong's big hand to rub his straight and plump thighs. Chen Yilong's hand touched Zheng Xiangjun's thighs, and the warm and elastic feeling from Zheng Xiangjun's thighs made Chen Yilong's heart slightly shake, and his mood couldn't help but calm down.

While Chen Yilong was wiping Zheng Xiangjun's water marks on Zheng Xiangjun's thighs, he looked at Zheng Xiangjun's expression. Chen Yilong found that every time he reached out to wipe Zheng Xiangjun's body, as long as his palms were gentler, Zheng Xiangjun's eyes would be softer when he stared at him hard, and his expression would be a little more beautiful.

This discovery gave Chen Yilong the confidence. Chen Yilong was just excited just now. Moreover, the skin-loving relationship that he wanted when he met Zheng Xiangjun for the first time was something Chen Yilong longed for, but after all, he had a strange feeling.

So, Chen Yilong seemed a little helpless for a moment, but now, Chen Yilong has gradually adapted to this warm environment, so he seems a little more at ease. When Chen Yilong reached out to wipe Zheng Xiangjun's wet thighs, he initially wiped it for the sake of wiping. However, after seeing Zheng Xiangjun's expression, Chen Yilong's big hand stayed on Zheng Xiangjun's body for longer and longer.

Sometimes, even rubbed Zheng Xiangjun's thighs directly with his palms. Chen Yilong felt that under the intentional caress of his big hands, the delicate skin on the thighs that were tightly wrapped in clothes could not help but trembled, and even had goose bumps.

Through the thin pants, Chen Yilong felt the changes in Zheng Xiangjun's body, and his courage gradually grew. He also had a hot light in his eyes. Looking at Zheng Xiangjun's pretty face, he stroked Zheng Xiangjun's thigh with his hands, and said in his mouth:

Doctor Zheng, your thighs are so soft and warm

After hearing Chen Yilong's words, Zheng Xiangjun's face turned slightly red, and a strange feeling gradually rose in his heart. When he looked at Chen Yilong again, he gradually became cute. Zheng Xiangjun glared at Chen Yilong coquettishly, and his face turned slightly red again, but he didn't say anything.

Chen Yilong couldn't help but sway in his heart. His palms began to slide on Zheng Xiangjun's thighs, and gradually used force to the outside of his thighs. The purpose was to spread Zheng Xiangjun's thighs so as to see the scenery between Zheng Xiangjun's legs wrapped in the yellow pants. Zheng Xiangjun felt Chen Yilong's intention, and a shy feeling rose in his heart. He couldn't help but exert a little force on his thighs, tightly closing his legs.

Zheng Xiangjun's refusal and welcomed him, which made Chen Yilong even more eager to see the scenery between Zheng Xiangjun's legs. However, Chen Yilong knew that he was not the time to use force now. After all, the psychological changes of women are subtle. If he doesn't handle it well, if he arouses the disgust in Zheng Xiangjun's hearts, it is very likely that the two who dare to act will slam the door and leave. In that case, Chen Yilong will be a little counterproductive.

So, Chen Yilong couldn't help but secretly used his strength, pouring out a heat from his palm and spreading it to Zheng Xiangjun's thighs. He felt that Chen Yilong's palm was getting hotter and hotter, from his clothes to his thighs, and then into his skin and penetrated into his body. No matter how Zheng Xiangjun has been through the storm for a long time, he was still teased by the constant influx of heat, and his mind was rippling with the provocation of this constant influx of heat.

Zheng Xiangjun looked at the young people who were old enough to be their nephews in front of him, and a strange feeling appeared in his heart. After Zheng Xiangjun arrived, Zheng Xiangjun seemed to be more interested in Wang Cuiling when he saw Chen Yilong's appearance, so he was indeed a little disappointed. But now, Zheng Xiangjun saw Chen Yilong's skillful movements, and the wandering spirit that had been suppressed for a long time surged up again. He also remembered the strange feeling of himself and Wang Cuiling who were together, which made Zheng Xiangjun almost feel a sense of perverted excitement in his heart. Moreover, Chen Yilong was tall and handsome, so he not only did not resist Chen Yilong's use on his thighs, but instead had a faint expectation and desire.

However, out of female reserve, although Zheng Xiangjun's heart was filled with a hint of desire, he still resisted the impulse in his heart and sat there motionlessly, watching Chen Yilong move on his thighs, but the softer expression in his eyes revealed the deepest thoughts in Zheng Xiangjun's heart.

Chen Yilong kept stroking Zheng Xiangjun's thighs with his hands, feeling the charm of Zheng Xiangjun as a mature woman. The warm and elastic feeling coming from Zheng Xiangjun's thighs made Chen Yilong gradually excited.

Moreover, Zheng Xiangjun sat upright and let Chen Yilong caress her thighs, and a desire for conquest gradually surged in Chen Yilong's heart. Under the influence of this desire, Chen Yilong's hand that was constantly stroking Zheng Xiangjun's thighs could not help but increase his strength and stroked Zheng Xiangjun's mature, plump and plump thighs. Chen Yilong stroked Zheng Xiangjun's thighs with his palms, while gradually sliding towards the base of Zheng Xiangjun's thighs. At the same time, Chen Yilong stretched out two fingers and gently drew circles on the inside of Zheng Xiangjun's thighs. He took several steps and wanted his skillful stroking to let Zheng Xiangjun consciously spread his thighs.

Zheng Xiangjun felt that Chen Yilong's movements on his thighs became more and more bold, and the pleasure coming from his thighs gradually became stronger. Chen Yilong's skillful work touched his heart one after another, making the lust that had been suppressed for a long time begin to move again.

Now Zheng Xiangjun only hopes that Chen Yilong's movements will be bolder, more enthusiastic, and more rude. He hopes that Chen Yilong's hands can send himself to the happy clouds, allowing himself to moan happily in the clouds, and vent his inner pleasure loudly. Thinking of this, Zheng Xiangjun couldn't help but become shy and secretly looked at Wang Cuiling standing beside him. He found that Wang Cuiling's face had a ray of redness, and his eyes were full of curiosity, as if thinking about why Chen Yilong's hands were always helping Zheng Xiangjun wipe the water marks on his thighs. But now the water marks were dry, but Chen Yilong's hand still did not take it down, and Zheng Xiangjun did not want Chen Yilong to take down his hand. Wang Cuiling vaguely knew in her heart that it must be Chen Yilong teasing Zheng Xiangjun, so her face turned red.