459 “Tear Down the Entertainment Circle” Humanoid Massager Home Service

Yin Shuangshuang sat on the sofa and looked at the script in her hands. Her eyes stayed on when Dean tried to plead with Mia, who was sitting by the window sill, to come back into the house. He pleadingly said to Mia: “Let’s have a good talk…”

Mia refused, saying, “We’ve talked enough.”

Yin Shuangshuang looked at the original blank space of the script and described her derivation of this sentence in large tracts, adding many details of the conversation between the two, Mia’s emotions, and her resistance.

If it hadn’t been for what happened a few days ago, she might have performed the two scenes today according to her originally planned mood.

But it was not until recently that she fully realized how Mia felt about her resistance to the real world and her irreconcilability with reality.

She suddenly laughed softly. Today’s explosive performance was a kind of catharsis for her. She released all the hysteria that had no place in real life through these two scenes.

The feeling of suffocation stuck in the throat has also mostly disappeared.

Even intellectually, she knew very well that she had no reason to blame Du Sheng or Bill, because from their point of view, they were only worried about her and for her own good, but that was intellectually, and if she could have remained rational, this would not have happened.

Emotionally she just hates it when they make their own decisions like this!Any clearly arranged sports for three people, please keep them on leash!

As for being too deep into a play and making it difficult to get out, that doesn’t exist.

As soon as she returned to the room, she turned on the display screen on the hotel wall and saw the overwhelming advertisements for sex. She could be in trouble in a matter of minutes.

This fucking magical real world is her totem, her top, keeping her awake.

Bai Mo had been observing her, and saw the expression on her face change, and then she smiled. Although it was a bit scary, she still spoke cautiously, “Shuangshuang, are you okay?”

Yin Shuangshuang waved her hand, “Well, I’m fine. You can go and rest. You don’t have to keep an eye on me.”

Bai Mo asked a few more questions, and when Yin Shuangshuang insisted, he left.

It was only when she saw Yin Shuangshuang enthusiastically watching the massage items on the hotel service channel before leaving the room that she finally felt relieved.

At this time, you really need to enjoy a change of mood.

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Yin Shuangshuang took a shower and waited for the masseur she called to come. She felt that it was better to light up a cigarette at this time and hold a glass of whiskey with ice in her hand, but she finally gave up pretending and poured herself a glass of juice.

Even though massages in this world are always associated with sex, she knew how to avoid emotions after entering a beauty salon for the first time. Of course, this was referring to the human-shaped massage stick.

As for the other humanoid cocks, she hasn’t thought of a solution yet. She just wants to spend a ruthless night of cock-pulling, clear and clear.

After waiting for a while, when she was about to call the front desk to unsubscribe, the doorbell finally rang.

A man wearing a masseuse uniform and a mask walked in pushing some equipment.

Yin Shuangshuang let people in without looking carefully, but as soon as they were led to the bedroom by her, she took off her bathrobe and lay on the bed, looking at the back of the masseur who was facing away from her. She didn’t know what kind of massage potion he was mixing. The configuration of long legs and raised buttocks became more and more familiar…

She was immediately laughed out of anger, “Hey, Production Du is short of money? He even started working part-time!”

Wearing a mask, do you really think she can’t recognize her?!If you don’t want to be recognized, go get some snacks!

She got up from the bed in one fell swoop, grabbed the pillow on the bed and threw it at him.

Du Sheng’s back was turned to her, and his head was suddenly hit by the pillow. He turned around helplessly, “Shuangshuang, I just want to talk to you.”

Yin Shuangshuang rolled her eyes at him, “What are you talking about? I want to file a complaint against you!” He threw out a second pillow.

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