After dinner, Helan Qiyou took clean clothes and took Qingxuan to the small waterfall and geothermal spring on the periphery of the house. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Under the moonlight, the spring water is so bright that it smokes, but it looks full of poetry.

"Like it here?" he asked.

Qing Xuan looked around for a while, and he really liked it here. Especially in the cold weather now, it is not good to ask Second Uncle Guo and his wife to boil water and bathe her back and forth. However, there is no bathhouse here that is as private as the original spring water at home, and the open-air spring water naturally exposes her, which makes her hesitate.

"No one else will come?"

"There's no one living around here, I checked it when I built it. If you're not at ease, I'll watch for you. ”

Qing Xuan didn't say anything more, tested the water temperature by the spring for a while, then turned around and prayed for Helan on his back, and began to take off his clothes. Leaving the white lined cherub and trousers, the white jade gelatinous feet stepped on the warm water source, and walked into the water step by step.

Helan Qiyou heard the voice, and couldn't help but look back, and found that she had untied the bun of her long hair, and her long hair was like a fairy in water, about to submerge into the water, plus the white smoke that came out of the water, which suddenly made him feel like she was about to disappear.

He quickly took off his clothes, sank into the water in three or two steps, swam behind her, and embraced her.

Qing Xuan turned around, and saw his eyes that were so shiny and burning that they almost melted her, looking at her intently.

"Didn't you mean to watch it for me?"

"I'd like to see you more... He lowered his head to her, and kissed her moist red lips, Qing Lan couldn't stand still, and when he retreated, he took advantage of the situation to circle her. "How do you wash it if you don't strip naked?"

At this point, Qingxuan was already ashamed, although she had a lot of intimacy with him, but the seductive and provocative Helan Qiyou made her even more irresistible.

She turned her head away from him, trying to overcome her blushing heartbeat, but he took the opportunity to remove all the rest of her clothes and throw them on a large rock by the spring.

Qing Xuan looked at him as a scoundrel and pushed his chest with both hands. "Didn't you say you wanted to wash?"

"Hmm... Husband will wash it for you?"

His hand began to caress her chest unceremoniously, and Qing Xuan bit her lip a little angry, so she stretched out her hand and used some spiritual power to send the soaphorn that was put down by the spring into the air.

"Wash the poop and wash it clean," she handed him the soap horn.

If Qing Xuan thought that this would make him cool down, he was completely wrong. Helan Qiyou held the soap corner and showed an extremely cute smile, like a child getting a toy.

Then Qingxuan couldn't laugh anymore, he wiped her whole body with a soap horn, not letting go of any part, and let her bite her lip so as not to scream. But that's not all, he also reached under the water to wash her body, the long fingers seemed to inadvertently touch her soft texture, and Qing Ling nervously grabbed his arm.

"I've washed enough..."

"Oh, yes... So, Mrs. Chang will wash it for me?" Then he handed her the soaphorn in his hand, and took her hand, and rubbed it on his shoulders and chest. In this way, Qingxuan couldn't help but notice that he was tall and strong, with smooth skin, straight lines, tight texture, and a very textured touch.

She has seen a lot of beautiful men since she was a child, and most of the dragons are handsome men and beautiful women, but none of them can compare to Helan Qiyou. But if she was willing to admit it, she liked him because he had qualities that dragon men didn't have.

His somber sagacity when he doesn't speak or think seriously, the demonic charm that occasionally jumps out, even the childlike scoundrel, and the cute smile that has only recently become more common.

At some point in her downfall, she imagined how perfect she would be if she gave birth to a child like his.

So her lower abdomen was unbearably hot, and soaking in the spring water made her cheeks even more red, and her hand unconsciously slipped under his lower abdomen.

"Madame is so dutiful?" she heard his muffled gasp, and she was so frightened that she withdrew her hand, but he grabbed her again. "Lu'er..."