Even An Qingge, as a tens of thousands of years old immortals, doesn't know much about the customs of the mortal world.

But also know what this thing is.

She threw it straight to the ground.

A certain initiator calmly leaned against the bathtub: "I'm sorry, I didn't pay attention when I threw it." ”

An Qingge's heart to kill this mortal now is really getting bigger and bigger.

But Fu Yunchen still said very calmly: "Take a towel and help me wash it." ”

An Qingge's anger in his heart now is really indescribable.

Filthy mortals, lowly mortals.

In Fu Yunchen's eyes, An Qingge's face was flushed at the moment, like an apple, like the kind of apple that was already ripe, so he couldn't help but want to take a bite.

An Qingge could only reluctantly go to get the towel.

She shouldn't have been amorous enough to take the elixir, not only did she lose a few jars of wine, but she was also humiliated like this mortal.

It's really too good.

Although she was resentful, when she scrubbed Fu Yunchen's body, her movements were still very light.

Fu Yunchen was served comfortably: "Maybe it's like this between husband and wife, the wife bathes her husband." ”

"Now don't you pay attention to the equality of men and women, why do wives bathe their husbands?" An Qingge spoke directly.

And Fu Yunchen laughed lightly: "It is true that men and women should be equal now, so I'll wash it for you?" ”

An Qingge: ......

Let's not talk about anything else, just like Fu Yunchen, how can he wash it.

Fu Yunchen grabbed her hand: "This is called the joy of the boudoir according to the ancient sayings." ”

"Is this the joy of the boudoir, don't talk nonsense if you don't understand." An Qingge didn't know anything else, but she knew this.

Fu Yunchen raised his eyebrows slightly: "Do you know other music methods, or we can continue other music methods." ”

So An Qingge said to Fu Yunchen seriously: "The joy of the boudoir is obviously that the husband and wife are fiddling with piano, chess, calligraphy and painting in the boudoir, how can such an elegant thing let you use this matter to tarnish." ”

Fu Yunchen shook his head when he saw her so serious: "The pleasure of the boudoir is not this. ”

"How can it not be this, I have lived for so many years, how can I not understand this, you are just talking nonsense." An Qingge said categorically.

But the more An Qingge said this, the more the smile on Fu Yunchen's face became: "Then do you know what they are going to do after fiddling with those so-called qin, chess, calligraphy and paintings?" ”

This An Qingge didn't know.

So I honestly shook my head.

Fu Yunchen put her little hand on his chest: "So you're still here to fight with me, the boudoir pleasure I mean is after that, Qingge, do you want to know?" ”

"No, I don't want to know." When An Qingge saw Fu Yunchen's appearance, he knew that he would definitely not be able to say anything good.

Fu Yunchen pulled hard, and An Qingge planted it directly on him: "But I want you to know, if you don't know, then how will we have boudoir fun in the future." ”

An Qingge's clothes were wet: "You and I are not husband and wife, what do you want in the boudoir, do you really think I am a fool?" ”。

Fu Yunchen lifted her chin with his hand and looked at An Qingge's eyes with a smile on his face: "Do you know, in my eyes, in this regard, you are a fool, but if you learn from me with an open mind, then I will definitely teach you carefully." As she spoke, Fu Yunchen slowly ran his fingers across her lips, his voice was hoarse, and the taste of hormones wandered between them.