Jun Wuji lowered his head, lightly imprinted a kiss between her eyebrows in her panicked gaze like a fawn, and said, "Yun'er, don't be nervous, I won't touch you now, I will wait until the candle night in our cave room, so, let me clean it for you now, okay?" ”

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Ji Shuyun's face became even more embarrassed when he heard this.

God, what was she thinking?

She actually let the intimacy of Jun Wuji?!

Finished......

When did she start to get so impatient?!

In order to hide her weakness and lust, she raised her eyes and glared at him fiercely and said, "You go out, I'll wash it myself!" ”

Jun Wuji lowered his eyes to look at her, from her bright eyebrows and eyes to her lips, to her beautiful neck and delicate curves like a swan, and her breath became even hotter.

He pursed his lips and said, suddenly got up from Ji Shuyun's body and said, "Okay, then I'll wait for you outside." ”

With that, he turned around and ran out as if he had fallen into the wilderness.

Ji Shuyun also felt the change in him, so naturally he didn't dare to let him stay longer......

What if the wait really misses the gun...... That's too bad!

After washing himself clearly, Ji Shuyun felt that he had simply been reborn for the second time.

During the month of confinement, Jun Wuji was not allowed to do this, nor was it allowed, he was about to drive him crazy!

And when she walked out of the room with her wet hair, she saw Jun Wuji hugging Jun Lintian and coaxing him.

The figures of the two fathers and sons are shrouded in the morning light, some similar faces, one big and one small, looking at each other, indescribably warm and harmonious, as if the most perfect picture scroll in the world, quiet and beautiful, Ji Shuyun can't bear to disturb them.

Zhizhijun Wuji felt Ji Shuyun and slowly turned around.

In Ji Shuyun's eyes, the warm brilliance outlined his delicate outline, and the lonely and cold breath faded from the bottom of his eyes, looking unexpectedly warm and soft, clear and handsome.

It is like an ethereal and elegant ink painting scroll embellished with a drop of mild emerald color, which is smeared in circles, and suddenly the spring breeze is all over the field, and it is fragrant.

Such a Jun Wuji made Ji Shuyun's heart tremble slightly, and he involuntarily walked to his side and gently leaned on his body.

Jun Wuji felt her rare intimacy, and a little ripple appeared in his heart.

After a while, he gently dropped a kiss on the top of her head and said, "Good, dry your hair first, otherwise it will be uncomfortable." ”

Ji Shuyun pulled him and said in a rare coquettish voice: "Then you come, my son will hug me!" ”

With that, he snatched the little guy from Jun Wuji's hand and looked at him with a smile like a flower.

Jun Wuji shook his head, with an indescribable doting in his eyes, he found a cotton cloth from the side, and carefully tried the water droplets on her hair.

Gently, slowly, as if her hair were the most precious treasure in the world.

Jun Wuji watched her cute flicker, as cute as butterfly wings, gently teasing his heart.

He suddenly understood a sentence, he only envied the mandarin duck and not the immortal.

If he can spend his whole life with her hand in hand, in exchange for everything, he is willing.

After drying her hair with internal force, Jun Wuji reached out and gently hugged her, and said in a low voice: "Yun'er, thank you for ......" appeared in my life.

Ji Shuyun was stunned for a moment, his heart was soft, he glanced back at him, and said with a smile: "Fool ......"

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