"Lan Lan?"

"Master, serving the master to bathe is the slave's job, and I ask the master not to drive the slave out."

Seeing Ouyang Lanlan's crying appearance, Cong Ye really didn't have the heart to drive her out. I also know in my heart that I have been like this for four or five years, and today I suddenly decided to serve myself to take a bath, I am afraid that it will be the result of their mother and daughter's discussion. Moreover, Cong Ye also understood that as long as he couldn't bear to leave their mother and daughter behind, sooner or later this would happen. In that case, there is no need to refuse.

So Cong Ye didn't say anything more, let Ouyang Lanlan blushed her cheeks, lightly untied her wide clothes, and personally used her slender jade fingers to clean the corners and corners of Cong Ye's body. The scene in front of him couldn't help but remind Cong Ye of the time when he was recuperating in the dry rest center. I remember that the first night was Zhi Xiaohui on duty, the second night was Bai Wei, and the third night was Yan Chengcheng.

Thinking like this, Cong Ye's thoughts about them couldn't help but hit his heart again.

As if she had noticed the strangeness of the bush leaves, Ouyang Lanlan subconsciously asked:

"What's wrong with the master?"

After asking, he found that Cong Ye's gaze had been on his chest, and Ouyang Lanlan's face was even redder. After hesitating for a moment, he began to unbutton his clothes. But how did she know that she had misunderstood the meaning of Cong Ye. In fact, although Cong Ye's eyes stayed there, he didn't look at it at all, because his heart at this time was completely the shadow of Yan Qingcheng and others.

It wasn't until a flawless unfamiliar jade body appeared in front of him again that Cong Ye reacted.

"Lan Lan, ...... are you?"

"Don't you like slaves?"

Cong Ye's thoughts were recalled by Ouyang Lanlan's shy voice and beautiful jade body. His eyes lit up. Ouyang Lanlan's figure really didn't say anything, especially in the dim light of the bathroom, there was a faint glow on the creamy skin, which actually gave Cong Ye a sense of holiness.

Cong Ye still remembers the description of a woman's body, especially the abdomen, in Liang Xiaosheng's novel: like a pot that gives birth to life.

Indeed, Ouyang Lanlan in front of him, the perfect curve of his body, just confirmed Liang Xiaosheng's words.

"I like it, Lan Lan is really beautiful."

Being able to get Cong Ye's praise is a more precious gift than anything else for Ouyang Lanlan.

Suppressing her shyness, Ouyang Lanlan continued to wash her body for Cong Ye. And the clump leaves also let go, and they also began to clean Ouyang Lanlan. However, as soon as he rubbed two handfuls of Ouyang Lanlan's back, he was stopped by Ouyang Lanlan.

"The master can't do this, the slave and maid will wash themselves after serving the master."

It seems that in Ouyang Lanlan's consciousness, it is natural to serve Cong Ye, but it is absolutely unacceptable to let Cong Ye serve Ouyang Lanlan in turn.

No way, Cong Ye had no choice but to lie in a wooden bucket filled with warm water arbitrarily, letting Ouyang Lanlan's pair of jade hands wash the corners of his body, that feeling was not like taking a bath at all. Giving Cong Ye the feeling that Ouyang Lanlan's hands were more like two butterflies flying around on the skin of his body.

When Ouyang Lanlan's jade hand gradually descended and touched there, Cong Ye wanted to know what she thought. However, Ouyang Lanlan tightly lowered her head, but she didn't let Cong Ye see any expression on her face, except for the scarlet infrared that had been stored from the beginning.

Soaring, soaring, and soaring.

With Ouyang Lanlan gently rubbing, one hand could no longer hold it, and she had to hold it with two hands to clean. is so huge, it only brings her surprise, even timidity and fear.

Although I have only met my husband Qian Cong, the difference between the two is too great. Ouyang Lanlan was a little confused, was her husband's original the youngest among men, and the old man Cong Ye was considered a normal size?

After thoroughly cleaning Cong Ye, Ouyang Lanlan carefully wiped him clean, dressed Cong Ye with her own hands, and sent her out of the bathroom door before whispering:

"Master, please go back to the room and wait for the slave maid, the slave and maid will come soon."

After speaking, he watched Cong Ye leave, and then went back to wash his body.

Cong Ye had also been teased a little uncomfortable by Ouyang Lanlan, and returned to the room alone, subconsciously unfolding his divine sense, wanting to see where Qian Ying was. Because since Ouyang Lanlan came to call herself to take a bath, she has not seen Qian Ying until now, which has almost never happened.

saw Qian Ying hiding in their mother and daughter's room, holding a book in her hand, sitting on the bed and looking down. However, judging from her motionless eyes, Qian Ying's mind was not on the book in her hand at all. Especially the shy appearance on that face, it was even more sù cong leaves, Qian Ying thought at this time, it should be similar to Ouyang Lanlan.

Thinking of this, Cong Ye quickly withdrew his divine sense, he really couldn't accept this phenomenon of mother-daughter co-service now.

Hearing the sound of light footsteps coming from the stairs, Cong Ye cleaned up his mood, stood up and walked to the door, stretched out his hand to open the door, and as soon as Ouyang Lanlan came in, he hugged him into his arms. Cong Ye decided to pass this matter and instill in Ouyang Lanlan the concept of equality between men and women on the earth. To be honest, Cong Ye really can't adapt to this feeling of being a master.

"Master, let the slave serve the master in wide clothes."

Ouyang Lanlan broke free from Cong Ye's embrace and stretched out her hand to coat Cong Ye. Cong Ye also reached over to unbutton Ouyang Lanlan's clothes, but Ouyang Lanlan also dodged it.

"You can't do that, sir."

At this point, Cong Ye only smiled bitterly. Knowing that it is almost impossible to change Ouyang Lanlan's concept in a short period of time. After letting Ouyang Lanlan take off all her clothes for herself and serve herself to lie down, she began to untie the clothes on her body.

Cong Ye wanted to see what Ouyang Lanlan would do next, so he followed her wishes and quietly lay on the bed and looked at her.

I saw Ouyang Lanlan take off the clothes on her body, become naked, slowly came to the bed, leaned down and began to kiss every inch of skin on Cong Ye's body, starting from the beginning, without missing a single thing. I can't say any skills, but I've been doing it with my heart. That's all there is to it, and it's already emotional. What's more, when the hot and humid cherry mouth was there, Cong Ye reached out and pulled Ouyang Lanlan up, turned over and pressed it underneath, and the thick lips were printed on Ouyang Lanlan's small cherry mouth.

The next feeling from Ouyang Lanlan was that Cong Ye didn't know whether to be intoxicated or intoxicated.

Because Ouyang Lanlan under her gave Cong Ye, just like the feeling that many girls give to men described in it: who knows that this daughter-in-law has a natural interest, once the man is next to her, she feels that her muscles and bones are paralyzed all over her body, making the man like lying on a cotton.

Not only that, it seems that Cong Ye only needs to touch Ouyang Lanlan's body lightly, and it will make her chant softly, and the rhythm is like crying, which is tantamount to encouragement and encouragement to Cong Ye.

When it took a lot of effort, he finally pushed the huge into his body, but every subsequent action made Cong Ye worry that it would hurt Ouyang Lanlan, who was as soft as mud. Because Ouyang Lanlan's body seemed to magnify Cong Ye's movements countless times, it gave Cong Ye a feeling that he would fall apart if he didn't pay attention to Ouyang Lanlan. Alternative Medicine

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Chapter 404 Four Hundred and Fourteen Strange Tenderness-

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