Song Nanzhou returned to the room with a smell of wine, and Danrou Danxia respectfully served him to change clothes.

He stood there and subconsciously glanced at the desk.

"Did you move that wrench?" He asked casually.

Dan Rou glanced at Danxia, and Danxia hurriedly shook her head.

Danrou replied reassuringly: "Since the prince went to Youlan Residence, the slave maid and Danxia have not entered the house. ”

Song Nanzhou's eyebrows frowned slightly.

Before he went out, he inadvertently glanced back, but he remembered clearly that the wrench was placed on the left side of the Liuyun lead-green glazed vase by Danrou, but now, the wrench was on the right side of the vase.

Danxia Danrou has served him since she was a child, and she will not and does not have the courage to lie to him.

So, did he look bad before?

Could it be that he has a problem with his eyes? I should find a doctor to take a look.

"Lord Shizi, the water is ready." Danrou reminded.

Song Nanzhou nodded, raised his feet and walked towards the clean room, but after another pause, his fingers hooked, and the blood jade wrench that did not move was in his hand.

……

Wen Xiang didn't know that Song Nanzhou was doubting himself at this time.

Even she didn't know that Song Nanzhou was back.

Because she fell asleep.

Wen Xiang, who had fallen asleep, began to dream again.

It's just that this time the person who called her in the dream was no longer her mother.

It's a man with a blurred face, who, like his mother, also calls her Xiangxiang gently.

Wen Xiang in the dream smiled very happily, even if she couldn't see the person's face clearly, she felt that she liked him very much.

I like it so much that just when I hear him call her, my heart keeps blooming.

Strange, how can you like someone who can't even see your face clearly for no reason?

It's really strange that there are many things every year, especially this year.

Wen Xiang, who sighed that there were a lot of strange things, opened her eyes and was still a little dazed.

Because there seems to be something strange about the place you are, what's going on in this mist of water?

No, what did she see?

Wow!

Naked, male!

It's still a naked man who is taking a bath!

The bright palace light in the clean room fell on the man's bare shoulders and back, dyeing it a bronze color. The bare back, the tight waist, the sparkling skin, and the sculptural perfect muscle texture.

"Boom." Wen Xiang swallowed.

The man who was about to take a bath looked up vigilantly, he looked out the window first, and then his eyebrows moved slightly.

His gaze fell on the small table on the edge of the bath.

Wen Xiang regretted it under Song Nanzhou's gaze.

What saliva to swallow? What kind of saliva to swallow!

It's been discovered by others, and it's a shame!

Thankfully, she's just a wrench now. No matter how much he blushed and his heart beats, he couldn't see it.

Song Nanzhou paused, and when he saw that there was nothing unusual, he continued to take a bath.

He was standing in the bath, and the water in the pool had just reached his waist. After walking a few steps, he arrived at the edge of the pool, lifted his long legs, and went to the shore of the pool.

Wen Xiang's eyes were straight.

The mischievous beads of water slid down the sturdy waist and abdomen, sliding to the huge mass and hidden in the black Suoshuo's hair.

Instrument ...... I don't know if the work is good or not, but this device is really big anyway.

Wen Xiang wanted to cover her face again.

But I can't help but look at the pair of slender and straight long legs, which are perfect and not inferior to any male model supermodel.

Wow, I want to touch it.

Excited, Wen Xiang, who almost left a nosebleed, whistled forgetfully.

In the cold gaze of Song Nanzhou, who suddenly looked back, Wen Xiang's brain, which was lustful and tempted, and didn't know what night it was, finally came to his senses.

Damn, that's bad!

What stupid thing did she just do?

She actually whistled at naked and male men!

It's too shameless, it's too shameless!

"Someone!" Song Nanzhou raised his hand, and his plain white shirt was like a butterfly wing, but in a breath, it was worn on him.

He tied his coat and asked, "Who's out there?" ”

"Lord Shizi, there is no one outside." Danrou's voice sounded after a while, presumably from outside.

Song Nanzhou paused, he squinted, and his gaze fell on the blood jade wrench again.