There was silence in the chamber for a while, the scarlet color of charcoal was clearly extinguished, and the smell of charcoal was heard. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Huang Fuchen stood in place with his sword in hand, his eyes fell on Ye Yanran gloomily, and he said in a deep voice, "Come here!" For this handsome wide clothes! ”

Ye Yanran listened and slowly stepped forward.

Huang Fuchen stared at the woman in front of him with a quiet gaze, and his low eyebrows seemed to be forbearing, stubborn.

The difference in height, the woman's eyebrows and eyes only touched the man's neck, Ye Yanran reached out to untie the military buckle on the man's chest, and untied them one by one.

"Raise your hand." Ye Yanran said softly, and her eyes fell on the man's thick chest.

Huang Fuchen stretched out his arms cooperatively, his deep eyes locked on the woman's expression, and the military shirt peeled off the man's strong arms.

The woman's slender jade hands, covered with the black woolen sweater inside the man, were worn from the bottom to the man's head.

It wasn't until the blue military shirt inside that Ye Yanran stopped her little hand.

"Take it off?" Ye Yanran raised her eyes to ask for the man's opinion.

Huang Fuchen hooked his lips with a smile, "Take off your pants first." ”

Ye Yanran understood, bent down, covered the belt buckle around the man's waist with her little hand, untied it with a little trembling, and pulled out the azure military pants with a little trembling.

"Hmm... Ye Yanran snorted and raised her eyes.

Huang Fuchen's palm grasped the woman's small hand and pressed it tightly in the middle.

"Don't do that." Ye Yanran anxiously refused, she could feel the hot heat under the fabric.

"Heh~~" Huang Fuchen chuckled, "Do you feel it?" Remember to wash him clean later. ”

"Huh?" Ye Yanran raised her head suddenly and looked at the man above her in dismay.

Huang Fuchen's eyes fell on the basin shelf, meaning something, "Don't worry, first loosen your clothes, and then bring hot water, and scrub it clean for Ben Shuai, otherwise it will stain you in a while." ”

Ye Yanran was stunned for a moment at first, but soon she understood, and her cheeks turned red instantly.

Huang Fuchen looked at the woman's crimson cheeks and smiled deeply, "Shy? ”

The man's trousers fell off, Huang Fuchen leaned back, propped his arms on a sandalwood chair, and fell in a deep voice, "Come here, take off your boots for Ben Shuai." ”

Ye Yanran stepped forward hesitantly, half-knelt on the ground, reached out and took off the man's knee-high military boots, took off the white cloth socks, the man's wide and huge soles, and the toenails were covered with fine and dense hair.

Ye Yanran took the wooden slip on the side and dropped the man's soles.

From beginning to end, Huang Fuchen watched quietly, but there was a surging heat hidden in his eyes, like a woman who was about to burn the bottom of his eyes.

The boots were hung with white socks on the side, and the blue military pants were taken off the man's legs, and a thin trouser was inside, and the gunshot wound at the base of the man's leg could be faintly seen.

"Take it off again." Huang Fuchen fell in a deep voice.

Ye Yanran reached out to untie the man's trouser belt, and tilted her head forward.

Huang Fuchen raised his palm to stroke the woman's wet hair, and his voice was hoarse and a little playful, "It's so well-behaved and docile, this is pleasing to people." ”

Until the man dropped a pair of pants and the wound at the root, the gauze was still there.

Ye Yanran raised her eyes, her cheeks were already crimson and hot, like a blooming red begonia, her eyes were smart, "Do you want to change the dressing for the wound?" ”

Huang Fuchen's rough palm, rubbing his fingers, hooked the woman's chin, "Want to drug again?" ”

Ye Yanran hooked her lips and laughed at herself, "What's the use of taking medicine again, I still can't escape your sight." ”

"See? Got it? Huang Fuchen's words were a little smug and rampant.

Ye Yanran's lost eyes nodded slightly, "After so many tosses, if I don't understand it, I will live in vain." ”

"Hahaha~~~!" Huangfu Chen laughed loudly, rubbing his fingers against the woman's chin, "Now that you understand, go and bring hot water, and wait for Ben Shuai to wipe his body." ”

"Don't you change the dressing?" Ye Yanran immediately asked.

Huang Fuchen lowered his head, and his voice was charming, "Scrub first... ”

Ye Yanran got up with hot cheeks, and brought hot water with an uncomfortable look.

"Hehe~~" Huang Fuchen reached out and unbuttoned the belt of his trousers, "Wash it up, Ben Shuai has been busy all day looking for you." ”

Ye Yanran turned her head suddenly, and her heart suddenly beat faster.

"Shame on what?" Huang Fuchen's palm suddenly wrapped around the back of the woman's head, and he forced the woman's gaze back, his head fell to the woman's ear, spitting out a low and hoarse breath, "I've eaten it all, and I'm still ashamed?" ”

"You..." Ye Yanran suddenly glared at Huang Fuchen in shame, and her voice was hidden.

"Ah~" Ye Yanran suddenly saw something that shouldn't be seen, screamed all of a sudden, lowered her head and shouted in a panic, "Huang Fuchen, can you not be like this, are you sick?" ”

Huang Fuchen pinched the woman's chin, his eagle eyes were red, bright red and visible bloodshots, the green daisy under his eyes was visible, and his voice was cold, "For you, a fugitive, you haven't slept all night and haven't eaten a day, do you say Ben Shuai is sick?" ”

Huang Fuchen reached out and grabbed the woman's small hand and pressed it on his waist and abdomen.

"No... Ye Yanran shook her head nervously and looked away.

"Quick! Wash clean, women serve their husbands to change clothes and wash, rightly so! Huang Fuchen fell in a deep voice and let go of his palm.

Ye Yanran withdrew her hand suddenly, her hand trembled numbly, the iron-like touch, her heart was beating for a while, Ye Yanran picked up the hot water, reached out and scooped the white brocade cloth inside, and wrung it out little by little.

Ye Yanran lowered her head, holding the piece of brocade cloth that was emitting heat, and approached little by little...

"Squat!" Huang Fuchen stretched out his arm, grabbed the woman's arm at once, and took her down.

"Ahh Ye Yanran exclaimed, and a head crashed into the man's waist and abdomen.

Ye Yanran hurriedly avoided her cheeks, and the small hand holding the hot brocade cloth was grasped by the man's hand.

Ye Yanran breathed rapidly, raised a pair of flustered phoenix eyes, and crashed into the man's inky eyes, which were deeply locked in his eyes.

"Yan'er." Huang Fuchen held the woman's little hand, rubbed the brocade cloth, and drove the man's waist and abdomen, rubbing it little by little.

The steaming temperature touched the skin, and the man's sword eyebrows stretched out comfortably, "Hmm... Yan'er, wipe it well, if you don't want to use your little mouth to wash it. ”

The man's fingers tapped softly at the woman's delicate red lips.

Ye Yanran shuddered all over, and reached out to wipe the man's waist and abdomen. His eyes looked at the man in horror, and he closed his eyes suddenly.

"Open up!!" Huang Fuchen lowered his head and bit the woman's earlobe.

"Hiss~~" Ye Yanran hissed in pain, slowly opened her eyes, crashed into it with one eye, turned around with a brocade cloth, bent over in the basin all of a sudden, and wrung the hot water again.

Ye Yanran's little hand trembled and covered the man's waist and abdomen, the white brocade cloth was gently wiped, her breath was held, and her little face was flushed, so red that she was about to drip blood.

Huang Fuchen's eyes stared at the woman's reddened cheeks for a moment, hooked his lips and smiled evilly, and leaned closer, "Yan'er... Do you like it? ”

Ye Yanran turned around suddenly and continued to wring hot water once.

Time passed minute by minute, and when the brocade cloth fell into the hot water, Ye Yanran reached out and tied the belt of the man's trousers, and the height of the support was beyond Ye Yanran's reach.

Ye Yanran stood up nervously, she felt the man's swelling heat, and she couldn't tolerate her touch.

"It's all scrubbed, are you going to change the dressing?" Ye Yanran lowered her head, her breathing was short, and her hands were cramped and restless.

Huang Fuchen's expression was a little lazy, his fingers buckled the table, the corners of his mouth hooked up a touch of interest, and he smiled evilly, "Move another basin and wash the feet of Ben Shuai." ”

Ye Yanran listened, raised her head, was stunned for a moment, and looked at the man's idle and playful eyes, and her heart was blocked for a while, but she swallowed it.

"Still not going?" Huang Fuchen leaned closer to his face and looked at the woman's eyes, "Don't want to?" This woman obeys her father at home and marries her husband, Ye Yanran, have you ever done your best to serve your husband? ”

"Wait a minute." Ye Yanran let out a faint sound, a pair of small hands clenched tightly, turned around and walked to the basin rack, took out a wooden basin at the bottom, poured another basin of water, and moved it to Huang Fuchen's feet.

Ye Yanran squatted down, her eyes fell on the man's hairy legs, and she reached out to pull it over, but the man's feet were motionless.

Ye Yanran raised her eyes, "Young marshal, please raise your feet!" ”

"Hehe~~" Huang Fuchen smiled lowly, looking at the woman's docile appearance, a little happy, raised his feet, and fell into the hot water.

Ye Yanran looked at the pair of big soles that fell into the basin, hesitated for a moment, and reached out to fall into the hot water.

"Wait!" Huang Fuchen suddenly spoke.

Ye Yanran lowered her gaze, looked confused, and looked at the man in front of her.

Huang Fuchen raised his finger and pointed at the fluffy coat on the woman's body, "Take it off!" It gets wet for a while. ”

Ye Yanran stood up slowly, touched the strap of her coat with her little hand, pulled it gently, untied her coat, and put it aside.

Ye Yanran was wearing a white silk underwear alone, and she couldn't help but shiver with cold, and then squatted down.

A pair of slender jade hands fell into the hot water, reached out to touch the soles of the man's feet, and gently scrubbed them.

A sound of rushing water fell, and Ye Yanran was about to reach out and pull a dry brocade cloth.

Huang Fuchen's eyes were dark, and the sole of one foot suddenly stepped on Ye Yanran's little hand and stepped heavily on the hot water.

"Wash again!"

Ye Yanran frowned tightly, her eyes froze little by little, and landed on the back of the hand that was stepped on, and she said withholdingly, "Young marshal, if you loosen your feet, I can wash it for you again." ”

Huang Fuchen slowly let go of the soles of his feet, and Ye Yanran continued to wash the soles of the man's feet.

Huang Fuchen bent down, reached out and pinched the woman's wrist, his eyes were cold and sharp, and he smiled sarcastically, "Such a pair of hands, white skin is better than snow, weak and boneless, Yan'er, you are a woman, what kind of medicine do you study?" This is your duty to serve Ben Shuai's wide clothes and wash his feet, eh? ”

"Humph!" Huang Fuchen let go of the woman's hand, Ye Yanran fell into the hot water, and reached out to touch the man's soles.

There was a sound of rushing water, Huang Fuchen suddenly raised his feet and stepped on the wooden drag, Ye Yanran fell into the air in an instant, her breath was short, she hesitated for a moment, and was about to pick up the wooden basin.

Huang Fuchen pulled the woman's thin white neck with the palm of his hand, crossed the sword on the side with one palm, stood up, and leaned over, "Clean up these things and leave them to the next person to do, you Ye Yanran is the eighth aunt of Ben Shuai, and your duty is to serve Ben Shuai!" Serve to the handsome and comfortable. Got it? ”

Ye Yanran was grabbed by the man's neck, and a layer of mist rose in her eyes, which fell on the man's face, and her voice was cold, "Young marshal, please let go, I'll go get the medicine box and change the medicine for you." ”

"Heh~~" Huang Fuchen sneered, his eyes fell on the woman's wide neckline, and his rough palm quickly reached in and pinched it.

"Hiss~~" Ye Yanran suddenly wrinkled her brows, and the pain of her heart and mouth being kneaded tightly.

"Does it hurt?" Huang Fuchen's deep eagle eyes were full of playful coldness, "Isn't this how you can escape?" ”

The mist in Ye Yanran's eyes instantly turned into moist tears, flickering in her eyes, and she said in a hidden voice, "No. I'm not running away. ”

"Really?" The strength of Huang Fuchen's palm was a little lighter, rubbing it in a circle, and his voice was evil, "The medicine doesn't need to be changed, Ben Shuai has already asked the military doctor to change it, do you think Ben Shuai will give you a chance to take the medicine?" ”

Ye Yanran raised her eyes and looked at the man's eyes, and the scorching heat that was getting more and more turbulent hit like a mountain and a sea.

"My Emperor Fuchen has never been teased like this in the past thirty-two years! It's still a woman! Huang Fuchen's voice was cold, "Ye Yanran!" How daring! Down the anesthetic! Binding! Such a bold act! Now that you've done it, have you thought about the consequences? ”

Huang Fuchen's palm suddenly raised, his eyes were surging, and with a cold glow of anger, he tore the woman's thin undershirt with one palm.

"Hiss~~!" The tearing of the fabric shattered the silence of the night.

"Woo~~" Ye Yanran was so frightened by the man that she whimpered, and felt the sound of her heart being torn apart.

There was a chilling chill, and the collarbone was connected to the heart, and it was suddenly opened, revealing the delicate and seductive scenery inside.

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