Mrs. Huo Is A Crybaby Chapter 889 - Massage

Chapter 889 Ma.s.sage

Song Yaoyao was indifferent.

These people were so strange… Because of this incident, the distance between the instructor and the students was suddenly reduced, and the awkwardness from before disappeared.

The instructor was also a young man. When he took off his camouflage clothes, he was just the same as everyone else. He also knew how to surf the internet and follow trending topics.

As it was just the beginning, the intensity of the training was still within the acceptable range for everyone.

But even so, after a day, everyone was so tired that their backs ached. They even wobbled when they walked.

Their dormitory was on the fifth floor. w.a.n.g Jiayu, Ye Meichen, and the others practically climbed up the stairs.

“Precious!”

In the distance, Tang Xinrou excitedly waved at Song Yaoyao.

“How was it? Are you tired?”

When she walked over, Tang Xinrou hugged her and rubbed against her, muttering coquettishly, “I’m so tired, I feel like I’m going to die of exhaustion.”

Song Yaoyao allowed herself to be hugged. In the current weather, even the wind was hot.

This position was actually not comfortable for the two of them.

“I’m alright, I can endure it.”

“Immortals like you are destined not to understand us mortals!”

Tang Xinrou sighed. “I heard from the coach that today is the first day, so the difficulty isn’t high. It will be even more difficult later on. Just the thought of it makes me want to die. If I had known earlier, I wouldn’t have come.” “Are you really tired?” She forgave Song Yaoyao. She couldn’t feel anything, so there was no way she’d be able to relate.

“Really, really, really…”

Tang Xinrou couldn’t stop complaining.

“Which building is your dormitory in? Let me give you a ma.s.sage to relax your muscles. It won’t hurt when you wake up tomorrow.”

“I’m in room 407. I almost forgot to ask, where are you?” “Room 506.”

“We’re in the same building! Ah, I really want to live with you. I’m so sad.”

Screams that sounded like a pig being slaughter echoed through the dormitory.

Tang Xinrou lay on the bed with tears in her eyes. “Precious, are you really giving me a ma.s.sage? Why does it hurt so much!”

She felt that she was going to die on the bed today.

Song Yaoyao’s face was calm. “What do you think? It’s very expensive for me to give you a ma.s.sage.”

Tang Xinrou: “…”

That’s right, this person was a big shot.

She almost forgot.

“Ow!”

The next second, Song Yaoyao pressed, and Tang Xinrou stretched out her neck and screamed.

Very quickly, she tactfully buried her head into the pillow and did not say a word. The people who pa.s.sed by room 407 were all confused. They pointed inside and asked, “What are you doing? Killing pigs?”

The students who happened to live in room 407 went out to fetch hot water. When they heard this, they said with envy, jealousy, and hatred, “Our roommate is getting a ma.s.sage.”

“D*mn, so extravagant?” Everyone was exhausted today. As soon as they returned to the dormitory, they collapsed onto their beds and didn’t even want to move.

At this time, they hoped that someone would come and give them a ma.s.sage too.

“It’s more extravagant than you think.”

When they thought of who the person giving the ma.s.sage was, they became even more jealous.

“Do you know who the person giving my roommate a ma.s.sage is?”

“Who?”

“Song Yaoyao.”

“I’m jealous.”

Everyone felt sour. At first, Tang Xinrou was still screaming in pain, screaming that she was going to die. Later on, when she gradually got used to it, she was so tired that she laid on the bed and started snoring.

Song Yaoyao jumped off the bed and returned to the fifth floor.

w.a.n.g Jiayu and Ye Meichen were both lying in bed in a daze.

Yu Sitian was probably chatting with her boyfriend. She had a smile on her face and her hand was glued to her phone. Song Yaoyao didn’t look at her on purpose, but other than her bed, the curtains for everyone else’s beds hadn’t been installed yet. So the moment she entered the room, she saw Yu Sitian. It was difficult not to look at her.