Let a man rub it for her? Alvina Miller still had a moral bottom line. Although today at work, she heard a girl say that she wanted to find a boyfriend to massage her. At that time, Alvina also hoped that Joseph Grant, as her boyfriend, would help her to do that.
However, Alvina Miller resisted in her heart if such a scene was to be played out now.
"Hold it out, don't be shy!" Seeing her blushing, Joseph Grant immediately treated her as though she was embarrassed, and said seriously in a low voice.
"There's really no need for that. I can do it myself. You've been busy with government affairs for the whole day, so you must be tired. Hurry up and take a bath. Don't worry about me!" When Alvina Miller saw that his handsome face still had a trace of weariness, she ached for him, so she wanted him to hurry up and rest.
"Don't you trust me?" Joseph Grant could not help but turn gloomy, and take this woman's rejection as displeasure.
"No, I'm just afraid of troubling you!" Alvina Miller laughed dryly, and under the man's sincere gaze, she gently moved one leg out of the blanket.
Joseph Grant did not mind, he extended his hand and grabbed her leg, and then lightly pressed on Alvina Miller's calf.
"Ah, softer!" That kind of aching and numb feeling was simply too pleasurable. Alvina Miller couldn't help but asked him.
Joseph Grant could not hold back the serious expression on his face for a moment, and immediately laughed out loud, because this woman's pampered look really moved his heart.
"What are you laughing at? I have said that my entire body is filled with rich diseases, I can't carry something on my shoulder, and I can't lift something either. My mom already said that, in the future, I will definitely suffer from a lot of pain, and only then can I become strong and independent. Now, it seems that she was right. I have to pay for the rich diseases that I suffered from when I was young!" Alvina Miller muttered as she looked at him resentfully.
"You're a woman, and your temper is nothing. What you lack is not a strong and independent personality, but a man who loves you dearly, do you understand?" After listening to what she said, Joseph Grant gave her the most perfect answer.
"Think about it carefully. It really makes sense, Joseph Grant, are you the man that I lack in my entire life?" Alvina Miller did not know how to be modest and shy at all. Since Joseph Grant had mentioned the important part, she naturally had to understand a little about it.
The big hand that Joseph Grant was holding onto her calf slightly stiffened, and even his thin lips tightened slightly.
"If you wish me to be, then I am!" After a few seconds of silence, the man answered with extreme caution.
Alvina Miller saw that he was tensed up, and suddenly hit her bed with her hand and laughed uncontrollably: "Joseph Grant, are you shy? Oh my god, so Vice-President's shy look is like this, it's really rare to see it!"
"Alvina Miller, watch your words!" Joseph Grant's thin lips twitched, and his fingers pressed strongly against her calf.
"No, no, no. Be a bit gentler. I don't dare to laugh at you anymore. Please let me go." Alvina Miller was in so much pain that she wanted to cry. She had had enough of that feeling.
Joseph Grant saw that she was really in pain, so he could only stop teasing her. He extended his hand and opened the bottle of medicinal wine, and smeared it on her palm.
"It's going to hurt a little at the beginning, because your muscles might be injured. Do you not wear high heels before?" Joseph Grant used a bit of force to help her massage it while diverting her attention.
"Yeah, I used to wear flat shoes. Now that I'm at work, I have no choice but to wear high heels. Alas, women really suffer. Why must they wear high heels? Why don't you let the men pay us back? " Alvina Miller grit her teeth, enduring the pain as she grumbled.
"Tomorrow, I'll get someone to change this rule. How many centimeters of high heels are you all wearing now?" When Joseph Grant heard her complaints, he suddenly thought about how terrifying it would be for a man to wear high heels to work. After that, he decided to let her be at ease.
"7 cm?" Alvina Miller looked at him with blinking eyes.
"Then I'll have someone cut the heel of the shoe by two centimeters tomorrow. It would be more comfortable to wear!" Joseph Grant said very humanly.
"Really?" Alvina Miller couldn't believe that her complaints could make him change the rules.
"It's true!" Joseph Grant did not have any intention to joke around with her, and earnestly nodded his head.
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