Dragon King Palace: Urban Affluent Son-in-Law

Chapter 1397: Can’t Escape Custom

Dragon King Palace: Urban Affluent Son-in-Law

Chapter 1397: Can’t Escape Custom

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The familiar staff dormitory of the Central Hospital, Jiang Feng parked the car downstairs and did not plan to go up.

"Sister Qian, go upstairs, take a shower, and rest early. You must be exhausted tonight." Jiang Feng returned the key to Murong Qian and said.

Murong Qian glanced at him but didn't take it. She squinted her beautiful eyes and asked, "What do you mean?"

"Hmm?" Jiang Feng played dumb.

"You can stay over at someone else's place, but here, you're holding back?" Murong Qian pretended to be displeased.

"Cough cough, no! I'm a bit tired too tonight, so—" Jiang Feng quickly explained.

To be honest, he was really hesitant to go up to Murong Qian's place.

Firstly, his relationship with this beautiful and charming lady was quite extraordinary. There were many things he could barely control with Situ Yan that might not be possible with Murong Qian!

Secondly, it wasn't that he forgot what happened upstairs with Murong Qian before. Several times he almost succumbed, so he had to take precautions this time.

"Is there no bed upstairs? Can't let you rest?" Murong Qian was determined not to "let Jiang Feng off", even approaching him a bit, with an expression that carried a hint of "threat."

Jiang Feng sighed, smiled bitterly, and said, "Sister Qian, I—"

"Stop nagging! I'm exhausted tonight, come upstairs and give me a massage!" Murong Qian said without any room for refusal, unfastened her seatbelt first, and directly pulled Jiang Feng out of the car.

Jiang Feng let out a bitter sigh in his heart, it seemed some things tonight were bound to happen. 𝒻𝑟𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝑛𝘰𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝘤𝘰𝘮

For now, he could only bite the bullet and follow Murong Qian down the car.

The two of them familiarly went upstairs. Only Murong Qian used the key to open the door, changed into slippers, and then placed a pair of men's slippers specifically for Jiang Feng at his feet, casually asked, "Want to drink something? I have everything in the fridge, I'll get it for you."

"No need." Jiang Feng was absent-minded and only entered the house with a "since I'm here, might as well stay" mindset.

"Really not drinking? Then I won't mind you. I'm feeling all sore, come and massage me."

Murong Qian might have been genuinely tired, she just went to the sofa in the living room without a word, laying down, exposing her alluring back and curves of her hips completely to Jiang Feng's view, along with her long, fair, slender legs fully revealed, the sight was extremely tempting and inviting.

"You really want me to massage you?"

Jiang Feng thought Murong Qian was just saying it. Who would have thought she was serious?

Looking at Murong Qian's mermaid-like impeccable figure, he couldn't quite describe the feeling in his heart.

To say he wasn't tempted would be lying!

But there's also a sense of guilt; he thought about how he hadn't been home for two consecutive nights, last night was at Situ Yan's place, and tonight here at Murong Qian's, facing similar temptations, it was truly "hard to bear"...

"What? You don't want to massage me a bit?"

Murong Qian saw Jiang Feng seemed to hesitate, feeling somewhat speechless.

This kind of blessing, how many men in the world long for it? And here he is, given the opportunity but not seizing it!

"Cough cough, alright then, lie down properly."

Jiang Feng could only resignedly step forward to Murong Qian's side.

Looking at Murong Qian up close, he thought she was more beautiful than words could describe.

The reason being that her sleeveless dress was too thin, nearly see-through white, seen from the back, her flawless body faintly visible, as if waiting in anticipation for some unknown story.

"Come on, why are you standing there blankly again?"

Murong Qian lay there for a while without any action, turned her head and chided coquettishly.

She also didn't know why, tonight she particularly wanted Jiang Feng to take care of her.

Perhaps it was due to the earlier tension with Situ Yan that left a slight unhappiness in her heart.

Outside, she could act composed and indifferent, but facing Jiang Feng directly, inevitably, some emotions were unavoidable.

After all, she was a woman too and needed pampering, no matter how gentle her character was, she couldn't escape that fact.

"Coming."

Jiang Feng had no choice but to sit down and start massaging Murong Qian from her jade-like back.

As for Murong Qian's skin, Jiang Feng didn't know how many times he had touched it, yet every time it felt irresistible, leaving him reluctant to part.

Because her skin was exceptionally good, even through a thin layer of fabric, it felt delicate and smooth, soft as though boneless, giving a silky enjoyment.

Murong Qian quietly turned her cheek to watch Jiang Feng, her face already somewhat flushed.

Seeing her beloved little lover diligently working on her, a sense of long-missed happiness and sweetness arose within her.

But this unspeakable feeling didn't last long before Jiang Feng finished and abruptly withdrew his hands, asking, "How about it, does it feel better now?"

"..."

Murong Qian was in a state of blissful floating, naturally still wanting more.

Seeing Jiang Feng tactlessly stop, she couldn't help but feel a bit disappointed and slightly resentful.

At that moment, she turned her eyes to Jiang Feng, suddenly flipped over, presenting her flawless jade body detail to Jiang Feng's eyes, then raised a fair jade leg, intentionally said, "My feet are a bit sore too, massage them for me~"

"Sister Qian!"

Jiang Feng's face turned dark; he felt Murong Qian was getting a bit "greedy."

Playing and fooling around is fine, but there are limits, especially with Murong Qian in this state being extremely alluring; Jiang Feng couldn't guarantee how long he could resist under her charm!

"What? Be a dear and help me out! I've walked so much today, really exhausted—unless I go take a shower?" Murong Qian was determined not to let Jiang Feng off, she pouted.

Jiang Feng sighed deeply in his heart.

It wasn't that he minded Murong Qian not having washed her feet. Honestly, with a beauty of Murong Qian's level, even if she didn't wash for a year, there wouldn't be any odor. It's just that the boundary between them was increasing, and if this continued, it would be hard to avoid doing something tonight that he might regret!

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