The carriage was already about to arrive at the palace, but after all, I couldn't let go of it, so I quietly threw off the carriage and came.

Zhao Jing'an, who climbed over the wall from the side, happened to see the two maids standing at the door, so he waited to find an opportunity to sneak in.

As a result, I saw such a scene of nosebleeds.

Zhao Jing'an ignored Yan Rumeng's questioning, put his hands around his chest, and looked at my beautiful and delicate body in the water for a long time.

The petals floating on the water, although they blocked some places, accompanied by the heat, gave people a more mysterious and fiery feeling, which only made Zhao Jing'an itch in his heart.

Halfway, Fang said, "Why can't you come?" "The tone is not very good, I guess I am still sullen.

Yan Rumeng was very annoyed in his heart, and slapped the water with one hand slightly, "You get out of the water quickly, I want to get dressed." "If you want to take a good bath, you have to be here like a dead pestle?

I don't understand her feelings at all, so people have to find out? Is her reputation gone?

With a flick of his head, "Don't come out!" What a neat answer!

But those who can listen are gritting their teeth and remembering it, but they don't know an inch.

"You're really not going to go?" The voice was heavy, and again, the hands under the water were already clenched into fists.

"Don't come out!" Staring at the ruddy woman, the fair and smooth skin, the water droplets were slowly sliding down the skin, straight to the hidden chest, the eyes were deep, and the throat swallowed saliva unconsciously.

"No, right? Not out, right? Holding the water in both hands, he threw himself on Zhao Jing'an, and by the way, he took the clothes that were placed next to him and wrapped them around his body.

Regardless of the fact that his clothes were wet, he kept collecting water, and he couldn't wait to pour the whole bucket of water on the man in front of him.

In the face of the sudden water, he subconsciously tried to block it, but it had almost no effect, and his clothes were already soaked.

When he reacted, he found that there was no one in the bathtub, and when he turned his head, he smiled like a dream.

Wrapped in a big velvet, he sat on a low floor, holding his head high, and smiling proudly.

A fire suddenly ignited in his heart, strode forward, and hugged Yan Rumeng, "Splashing on the water, right?" Well? ”

With a threatening tone, he brought the woman to the edge of the bathtub, raised her hand, let go of the "brush", and there was a loud "bang", and the water splashed.

Don't hesitate, it's neat!

"Ahh I didn't expect Zhao Jing'an to do this, I didn't notice it for a while, drank a few sips of bath water, and choked, only to feel that the whole mouth and nostrils were full of bath water.

"Cough cough" stopped coughing and stood up from the barrel, "Zhao Jing'an, what are you doing?" ”

The big drench was wet, dripping with water, and it was very heavy on the body, and he was angry, and threw the big drums on the man.

The thin shirt soaked inside sticks to the clothes, outlining the delicate body.

The two points on the face are even more faint, shining in the slightly drunken sun, and occasionally a few drops of water dripping from the neck to the top, and then falling into the water in a beautiful posture, I don't know where it is hidden.

His eyes were deep, he threw the big puff on his body to the ground, scooped up the woman in the bathtub, and used his hands hard, hating to eat the woman in his arms, and said in a hoarse voice, "What are you doing?" What do you say I'm doing? ”

Throwing his delicate body on the mattress, his strong body leaned forward and leaned over, "I can do whatever I want." He said word by word, and his eyes flashed with the familiar light of smoke like a dream.

Stretched out his hand and pushed, with a hint of timidity in his heart, "You, you get up first." ”

I'm worried that he will do something with a brain fever, this is her family, if others know the truth, then will she stay in the house in the future?

The man on his body didn't move, only used the heat exuded by his eyes, so that Yan Rumeng knew that this guy heard her talk, but he just didn't want to pay attention to her.

Pushed again, this time he didn't take it away, but blocked between the two, "You get up first, I, I'll get dressed first, and I'll talk about it later." There was a compromise in his tone, and the anger in his heart was a little less.

"I'm sorry!" It was as if he couldn't see the pleading eyes of the woman below him.

Looking at Zhao Jing'an's appearance, Yan Rumeng could only be anxious, and if he continued to consume it like this, it was estimated that the red tassels and green bamboo would come in later.

"Jing'an, you get up first, it's not good to wait for someone to come in, okay, get up first?" Softly stepped forward and said, afraid that the man on his body would suddenly make some movements.

"It's just the two of us here, no one sees it, besides, is it wrong for this king to come to see his future princess?" said it justifiably, as if Yan Rumeng was already his person.

The future princess is right, but she hasn't married yet! I wailed in my heart, why is this man sometimes so strong and difficult to communicate?

"Shall you go first? We'll be talking later, I was wrong in the morning, I shouldn't have asked you to send me home so early. Originally, I was depressed at night because of that, and I finally didn't get up early one morning, but Yan Rumeng sent me home with Zhao Jing'an.

Can you not be angry?

"Humph!" There was a breath coming out of his nose, as if to say, woman, you still know the way!

His hands were propped up on his sides, but he didn't get up, his eyes were hot, and he looked at the woman under him who was like condensation and his eyes were like waves, and his breathing was a little shorter.

"I'm sorry!" The voice was slow, no longer breathless, but a little softer.

A hand was raised, caressing the cheek of the smoke like a dream, and brushing away the remaining water from the face.

Then he put his finger in his mouth, licked it, and squinted at the changes in the person below him without blinking.

Yan Rumeng only felt a thunderbolt on a sunny day, splitting her on the outside and tender on the inside.

When did this man learn this move?

Drinking bath water and still looking like you're enjoying it?

The warm gaze that I felt was circulating on my body, and my whole body seemed to be overcharged, and my pores were all open, and I twisted my body impatiently.

The face is even hotter, like spring water in March and the scorching sun in June.

Forgetting where he was, his thoughts couldn't help but merge into those dark and far-reaching eyes.

Each other's breaths merged with each other, flapping against each other, and the atmosphere circulating around them seemed to turn into heat, rushing towards the two of them one after another.

Breathing more and more rapidly, Zhao Jingan seemed to endure to the limit, and finally bent his hands and touched his lips in an instant.

Touching the long-lost softness, it must be a gust of wind and rain that does not stop.

Under such a rapid pursuit, breathing seemed to become difficult, and the tender hand that was originally resting between the two couldn't stop hugging the man in front of him.

I'm afraid that if I'm not careful, I'll fall to the edge of endlessly.

Soft, the whole body is weak, and can only be asked by the people on the body, shy but clumsy to cater to it.

"Knock knock" There was a rapid knock outside the door, and the big hand stretched out in the placket of the smoke like a dream paused.

When he wanted to continue, the people under him had no emotion, and instead of panic.