The worry-free reception room, bedroom, and bathroom are all in this room, and the bamboo curtain can be pulled down to separate these spaces, so he walked out of the bathroom with roses in his arms and turned into the bedroom.

Rose looked at the familiar bookshelf and praised: "Worry-free, you are so economical, one room is multi-purpose." ”

"As I said, it's just a break here, it's too complicated and I don't like it." He carefully placed the rose on the couch and handed her the bath towel, "I found a short robe of your own, you can dry it and put it on your sleep." ”

Rose put a bath towel over her head, blocked the red circles under her eyes just now, and nodded.

He put down the bamboo curtain and walked out, Rose wiped his face vigorously with a bath towel, and ordered himself: What are you crying for? It's serious to think about what to do in the future. Finally held back his crying.

Taking off her pile of unformed clothes, Rose changed into a carefree robe. Because he didn't have underwear, he had to wrap his robe around on the spot. The carefree clothes are soft and smooth, with his faint scent. It is very reverie to wear such clothes on yourself, but at this time, Rose's body is only slightly hot.

Got into the quilt, and his quilt also carried that special smell, which was very reassuring to the rose. Through the dense gap in the bamboo curtain, she vaguely saw Sanssouci sitting at the Go table with his head and feet propped up, leaning over and reading a book. Lan Bing was busy changing the hot water in the bathtub next door, going in and out, but the sound was not loud.

After a while, Lan Bing walked up to Wu Wu and whispered, "Master, the water is ready." ”

Carefree stood up and walked into the bathroom next door.

Rose's heart suddenly pounded wildly, you know, you can see a faint figure through the bamboo curtain.

But carefree didn't seem to be conscious at all, and with a hand raised, the robe outside slipped to the ground, revealing a great spring light, although the bamboo curtain blocked the important part, but it was still beautiful and delicious.

Carefree and gracefully lifted his legs, stepped into the tub, and sat down slowly. Lan Bing put away his clothes and retired in silence.

"Lan Bing, let's clean up tomorrow morning." Carefree commanded lightly.

"Yes." Lan Bing said a sigh and closed the door outside.

Carefree began to wash, making a regular splashing sound. Because the tub obscured an important part of him, Rose's somewhat stiff body returned to normal.

In the chaos, the rose looked out through the wide open window, the rain had almost stopped, and it was so small that there was no sound. In this silent night, the sound of carefree water is like a hypnotic tone, so clear, so pure, that Rose recalls the seaside at night.

A layer of lilac mist floated on the surface of the sea, and the air carried a fishy smell peculiar to aquatic plants. The waves occasionally jumped in the fog and fled silently, a sleepless fish worshipping the moon.

Gradually, Rose forgot about her troubles and fell asleep sweetly.

In the middle of the night, Rose was woken up by the cold.

Because it was almost winter, the night was extremely cold, the carefree quilt was very thin, and Rose had forgotten to close the window just now, so she slept with cold hands and feet. It should be the middle of the night, and Sanssouci was still looking at something at the Go table outside, and the candle flame flickered and stretched his shadow very long.

He was quiet, the world outside was quiet, and the rain had stopped at some point. The sky seemed to have been scrubbed, very clean, without a trace of clouds, shiny, blue, high and far away.

A round moon hung generously in the sky, the silver moonlight sprinkled all over the entire bamboo forest in front of them, and the handsome bamboos were crowned with silver brilliance, casting some graceful bamboo shadows in the courtyard. The puddles of water in the clearing reflected the bright light, dotted like broken gems.

It's nice to be alive and still be able to enjoy this beautiful world. Rose kept seeing that her hands and feet were numb, and then she remembered to close the window, so she carefully moved to the window and pulled the window hard, but it seemed to get stuck.

"What's wrong again?" Sensing the sound of roses, he walked over and gently lifted the bamboo curtain. For a moment, the silver-like moonlight sprinkled on his face, giving him a little more god-like aura.

"I, I close the window, it's a little cold." Rose embarrassedly pulled the window that didn't move.

"I'm used to sleeping with the window open, but I didn't expect this floor." He looked at the window, smiled and took off his shoes, sat down on the couch, and leaned over to close the window. The tip of the rose's nose almost touched his clothes, and as he got closer, the alluring scent on his body became clearer, burrowing into the rose's nostrils little by little, tickling like a small insect crawling.

With all his strength, he shut the silver-white world out, and the wind changed, and the candlelight flashed violently. Rose shrank back uneasily, but she didn't want to hang her wide robe, revealing most of her breasts at once. She hurriedly lifted her robe up, but the top was covered, but her thighs were exposed, if it weren't for the scars below the thighs, it would have been boundless.

Before Rose could sort it out again, he just happened to look back and see the scene.

"The clothes are a bit big." Rose shook her sleeves and smiled awkwardly.

He didn't do anything unusual, just looked at Rose's feet: "I forgot about this too." Naturally, she stood up and walked out, and Rose took the opportunity to cover her whole body with her clothes. A minute later, he sat back on the edge of the couch, holding a small jar in his hand: "Feet sticking out, I'll give you some medicine, it's not good for girls to have scars." ”

"I'll do it myself." How can Rose be embarrassed to let people help her apply medicine?

Unexpectedly, he suddenly stretched out his hand, and one of Rose's feet had already been grabbed by him, and then a just right force pulled her foot out: "It's the fourth watch, I'll help you finish sleeping quickly." As soon as he finished speaking, something cold fell on her foot, and the pain immediately diminished by more than half.

"This medicine works so well." Rose boasted.

"Hmm." He dipped his index finger in the white ointment and rubbed it carefully, and wherever his fingertips touched, there was a tingle. The gentle warmth of yellow spread on his face, making him feel like a faint layer of powder. The fresh mint fragrance of the ointment quietly spreads in the air and becomes a special coagulant, which engraves this beauty in the heart of the rose forever.

"Why, your feet are so cold?" He asked suddenly after wiping the medicine.

"I didn't sleep warmly just now."

"Something?"

"I'm scared of something, so my whole body is cold."

He smiled slightly, the corners of his eyes curved into a very good-looking amplitude, and said in a somewhat domineering tone: "As long as you are here with me, you don't have to be afraid of anything." ”

Rose pointed to her heart: "I'm not afraid, but it's afraid, there's something inside, so I'm still cold." ”

He laughed even more, climbed up behind Rose, and put his arms around her. Two wide sleeves covered her body like a quilt, and the plum blossom embroidery on it was lifelike.

Startled by his action, Rose was so nervous that her breathing almost stopped, and she could only feel the alluring warmth burrowing into her body through every capillary pore, stirring up a strange wave of heat in it.

"None, worry-free." Rose shouted vaguely.

"Is it warm?" His magnetic voice had a magical seductive power that made Rose nod involuntarily.

"It's warm, but you don't have to." Rose's words became weak, because the heat was so comfortable that she wanted to sleep.

"Don't worry, here, whoever you want is whoever."

In an instant, all the troubles disappeared with the passing of his voice. She looked up at him, "Can anyone do it?" ”

"Absolutely." His lips were hooked, and they had a beautiful contour that would arouse the most primitive desires in the human heart, and there seemed to exude something that roses longed for.

"Then I," Rose didn't finish speaking, and Carefree Body had already involuntarily leaned up, pecked Rose on the forehead quickly, and then retracted. Rose felt dizzy in front of her eyes, and the scene in front of her changed, and Rose knew that she was hallucinating again.