When Huang Yaoshi returned from Feng Yu's tomb, it was already three o'clock.

As soon as I returned to my room, it began to rain outside, accompanied by thunder and lightning, tearing like ink in the night.

He stood in front of the window with his hands in his hands, looking at the dark rain curtain outside the window, and he didn't even know that the rain that drifted in wet his sleeves.

Huang Yaoshi unconsciously thought that Shuang'er was most afraid of thunder, and now she should be hiding in the bed and shivering.

Just as he was in his own trance, he saw a figure rushing in the rain.

He didn't need to look closely, he knew that the person who came was Ye Shuang.

Ye Shuang followed the dim light emitted by the window, and also saw Huang Yaoshi standing by the window.

The flustered heart suddenly settled down a lot, and when he got closer, he saw Huang Yaoshi's face softened a lot by the light, and his heart was already half settled.

Ye Shuang didn't bother to go around to the main entrance again, and jumped in directly through the window.

He was drenched in the rain, and in the middle of his movements, he threw Huang Yaoshi with water.

Huang Yaoshi didn't dodge either, he stood there and watched Ye Shuang's every move.

As soon as Ye Shuangfu stood still, he called out to his father sweetly and greasyly, and then walked towards Huang Yaoshi, and hugged him affectionately.

Huang Yaoshi let him lean on himself in a wet state, and Ying Ting's eyebrows wrinkled unconsciously, "Go to the Thousand Snake Cave again?" ”

Ye Shuang stood on tiptoe slightly, rested her chin on Huang Yaoshi's shoulder, and said with a smile: "Dad, you are really wise, nothing can escape your magic eyes, Shuang'er admires, admires the five bodies to the ground." ”

Huang Yaoshi glanced at him, helplessly mixed with a hint of imperceptible pampering.

This subtle pampering is something that even Huang Rong has never received.

Huang Yaoshi whispered: "Flying kite." ”

As soon as the words fell, the flying kite had already pushed the door in, and said respectfully: "Island master, what do you command?" ”

Huang Yaoshi said: "Prepare for the bath." ”

The flying kite took the order and left, and in a short time it was ready.

Huang Yaoshi pulled Ye Shuang to the Xiaoxiang Pavilion, and the hot spring pool in the hall was filled with thin white gas, and the heat came to his face.

The flying kite was about to step forward to serve, but heard Huang Yaoshi say, "Go down." ”

The flying kite silently withdrew his hand, answered "yes", bowed his head and retreated, and closed the door with his hand.

Huang Yaoshi walked up to Ye Shuang and took off his wet clothes one by one.

Ye Shuang was steamed by the heat of the hot spring, the whole person was lazy, and he couldn't stand steadily, so he simply closed his eyes, snuggled into Huang Yaoshi's arms, leaned the weight of his whole body on him, and let him peel his own clothes like an eggshell.

The fair-skinned body was gradually exposed to the air, Ye Shuang felt a little cold, reached out to hug Huang Yaoshi's waist, and drilled into his chest vigorously, sticking to him like a plaster.

Huang Yaoshi was afraid that he would catch a cold, so he didn't take off his clothes, so he directly grabbed Ye Shuang's waist and picked him up, and walked into the hot spring.

The body was wrapped in warm spring water, and Ye Shuang sighed comfortably.

Huang Yaoshi put him in his arms and let him rest against his chest, and then he was free to take off his clothes.

When the two of them went on a blind date, Ye Shuang felt that Huang Yaoshi's body seemed to be warmer than the hot spring water, so he pasted it back again, rested his head in his shoulder socket, put his face on the side of his face, and rubbed it affectionately.

Huang Yaoshi closed his eyes and enjoyed his coquettishness.

Ye Shuang's whole person was soaked in spring water, and she leaned on Huang Yaoshi's arms and fell asleep.

As the heat steamed, the atmosphere gradually became eerie.

Ye Shuang was sitting between Huang Yaoshi's legs, and the front of Huang Yaoshi was facing Ye Shuang's back, as long as they got closer, their most intimate parts would touch.

Ye Shuang was drowsy and dozing, unaware of this qiē.

Huang Yaoshi was very sober, and the heat in his body was surging, flowing rapidly, and he almost wanted to go crazy when he collided.

Before he got out of control, Huang Yaoshi hurriedly urged the internal force to channel the chaotic flow in his body, which calmed his breath.

However, the deepest longing of the heart is still looming.

Huang Yaoshi tilted his head slightly, lowered his eyes, and Ye Shuang's lips were close at hand.

His lips were already beautiful, and when they were steamed by the heat, they became more and more bright, as if he could squeeze out a mouthful of sweet honey with a gentle puff of his lips.

Huang Yaoshi's Adam's apple moved slightly, his head lowered a little unconsciously, and the exhaled air also brought warmth, and it was all sprinkled on the back of Ye Shuang's neck □□ in the air.

Ye Shuang felt itchy, groggy, giggled, tilted her head and hidden, "Dad, itchy." ”

The last word "itch", with a tactful ending, full of coquettish taste, drifted into Huang Yaoshi's ears, almost destroying his sanity.

Huang Yaoshi suddenly froze and sat down as a statue.

Ye Shuang was confused, and he didn't notice Huang Yaoshi's abnormality at all.

It's been a long time since they've enjoyed such a close father-son relationship.

The warm spring water, the solid embrace, the winding breath, and even the sound of the wind and rain outside were not so annoying, and the ticking fell on his heart, making him moist, hot and soft.

Such intimacy is enjoyment for Ye Shuang, but it is torment for Huang Yaoshi.

The double torment of ice and fire.

But despite the pain, Huang Yaoshi couldn't convince himself to stop.

Because in the gap between torment and pain, there is an indescribable, bone-eroding pleasure.

This unspeakable pleasure gave birth to a powerful and enduring impetus that made his heart, which had been dormant for decades, throb again.

Huang Yaoshi closed his eyes in pain and joy.

In an instant, a picture of Ye Yan came to mind.

Ye Shuang turned around and hugged him with a smile, her slender legs wrapped around his waist, and her soft and smooth lips roamed around his neck

Huang Yaoshi Huo Ran opened his eyes.

Ye Shuang was still quietly leaning on his shoulder, as if he was asleep, his fair skin was steamed pink by the spring water, and he was as gorgeous as a water demon.

The aura that had finally calmed down was disordered again, and even though it was suppressed by internal force, there was still a noticeable change in that place.

He really wanted to pounce on it regardless of it.

But he couldn't.

The only thing he could do was to imprison the demon barrier in his heart and not give it a chance to cause trouble.

Huang Yaoshi scooped Ye Shuang, who was about to fall asleep, out of the water.

Ye Shuang struggled for a moment and muttered in a low voice, "I still want to soak for a while." ”

Huang Yaoshi ignored his request, walked out of the hot spring, and went to his bedroom with Ye Shuang in his arms.