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    ¡®Gongli¡¯ staff lounge.

    "Brother Xia, can you please put down your copy of "A Dream of Red Mansions" that I never tire of? My mind is full of the full version of "The Plum in the Golden Vase" and it stars you and Mr. Qiu.  The tomboy version of!¡±

    There were only the two of them in the small lounge that was privately named "Leng Gong" by the masseurs. Gu Xiaofei grabbed the "Dream of Red Mansions" from Xia Wangchuan's hand and looked at him up and down.

    "Hurry up and give me a perfect explanation. You know Brother Buxia, how terrible it feels to have your outlook on life subverted. Two people who are obviously more pure than Wu Erlang and Lin Daiyu, how could they transform into Ximen Qing and Pan in just one second?  From Jin Lian? Can you teach me how to drag that aloof male god off the altar?"

    Although Gu Xiaofei helped Xia Wangchuan unify his views in front of Lin Dawei a few days ago, the situation at that time was that Mr. Qiu fell asleep after being drunk, and Xia Wangchuan was helping him wash his face and relieve his hangover in the bathroom.

    But after all, that wonderful scene of Guanyin sitting on the lotus has been deeply imprinted in Gu Xiaofei's mind, and it has also automatically added a powerful association function.

    "You're overthinking, Brother Da Fei!"

    Xia Wangchuan pulled "Dream of Red Mansions" back from his hands, "Why did we become Ximen Qing and Pan Jinlian? Let me tell you, except massaging Mr. Qiu's hands, we did nothing!"

    "cut!"

    "You treat me like a Sunday, Brother Xia? Didn't you do anything? It's okay for you to bluff others with your words, but here, there's no way!"

    He leaned forward slightly, showing a fake and squinting expression.

    "Tell yourself, have you sat on him? Is he naked? Let me tell you, although I only glanced at Master Qiu, it was so scary that I couldn't sleep well for several days.  And you, Guanyin, dare to sit on that lotus and say that you are not Pan Jinlian, who would believe it!"

    Xia Wangchuan stood up and flicked Gu Xiaofei's forehead hard.

    "You kid, don't be so obscene. In your mind, Pan Jinlian is Ximen Qing. Why can't you think of people better? Didn't I tell you that Mr. Qiu drank too much and couldn't come out of the shower room? I think  I helped him, but he fell down and happened to sit on him."

    "I didn't expect that I fell down? Brother Xia, tell me, why are you so good at falling? Why don't you fall down when you sit on Mr. Qiu? Why do you start massaging when you sit on him? Mr. Qiu drink  You don¡¯t have much, right? Is it possible that Mr. Qiu is still a jerk and likes to lie on the ground and be watered by others?¡±

    Gu Xiaofei¡¯s eyebrows were flying, and the more he spoke, the more energetic he became. He had amplified the association function in the cerebral cortex to the extreme, and was about to describe a wonderful scene of Xia Wangchuan beating Mr. Qiu in the bathroom with a small black whip in his hand.

    Xia Wangchuan was speechless for a moment.

    No wonder Gu Xiaofei was thinking about it. Anyone who saw the scene in the shower room would probably automatically come up with a pornographic article about crazy racing.

    However, when he thought of that ridiculous night, Xia Wangchuan felt an inexplicable feeling of disappointment in his heart.

    Because it has been more than half a month since the day when the fire broke out in the palace and Qiu Jiyan was picked up by the foreman and others and sent home. Mr. Qiu has never shown his face in the palace again.

    This situation does not happen often to Qiu Jiyan, who maintains a regular body massage.

    Because Xia Wangchuan knew in his heart that the main reason why he traveled thousands of miles to the palace with his massage skills was because he had known for a long time that Qiu Jiyan was accustomed to massage since he was a child.

    Maybe it¡¯s because I¡¯m busy.  Or maybe it was because the massage process I gave him was too short and didn't leave a deep impression on him.  Maybe I was too obedient to him that day, right?

    The naked guest proposed to carry water on the bathroom floor while maintaining a riding position. However, he agreed without hesitation

    His fingers were rubbing the well-thumbed copy of "Dream of Red Mansions", and his mind suddenly recalled the episode he had just watched, in which Jia Lian had an affair with the Bao family and was caught and raped by Wang Xifeng.

    No matter what kind of charming wives and concubines there are, for men, there seems to always be a strange complex that "a wife is not as good as a concubine, a concubine is not as good as a prostitute, a prostitute is not as good as a thief, and being able to steal is worse than not being able to steal."

    Although it seems far-fetched to compare Qiu Jiyan's reason for not coming for massage recently with this complex, Xia Wangchuan really opened the book again and read the paragraph carefully.

    "Brother Xia, in the past two days, everyone has been talking about the new VIP reward in the hospital. It is said that he is the masseur who has received the most rewards. Young?Execute this work meticulously.

    At twenty-six years old, not only was he unmarried, he had never been in love with anyone.  Not only is he a gay virgin, he is also a gay virgin who has been raped seven or eight times with his hands at most in a year.

    "Big, big, very big" in the eyes of many people, apart from me, no other person has actually had the opportunity to see its true appearance.

    Having been reading menstruation for nearly an hour, he felt that his waist was slightly sore.  The soreness starts from the waist and eyes, goes up to the entire back, and goes down to the buttocks, thighs and legs.

    He straightened up and his eyes finally fell on a row of books on the bookshelf.  Inside, there were several copies of "Dream of Red Mansions" that looked a little shabby.

    He read a few verses silently. The dry words in the verses collided with the aches and pains in his body, making him suddenly feel that his vision was blurred and his limbs became increasingly weak.

    He couldn¡¯t tell whether the symptoms were fatigue or something else, but in his heart, there was just one word: restlessness.

    That¡¯s right, it was this indescribable ¡®irritability¡¯ that made him unable to control himself last night.

    ¡°Hey, it¡¯s all the fault of the goose-yellow moon.

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    Preview of the next chapter: How come there is no palace fight in the palace?

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