Fusang felt himself being picked up by the other party, and lay on his chest in a daze.

The man had just taken a shower, and there were still white droplets of water on his lean, hard chest, rolling down his graceful muscles.

Her face touched his chest, and she felt comfortable, rubbing constantly.

"Where are you taking me?"

Hua Ci glanced down at her, her inky eyes deep.

"You've got Chinese medicine."

“…… Well? "So, where is he going to take her?

Hua Ci carried her to the bathroom, entered the misty bathroom, and put her in the bathtub.

Fusang was suddenly put into the cold water, his skin got goosebumps, and he shrank coldly.

"Cold ......" she wanted to get up.

Hua Ci pressed her into the bathtub, her handsome face looked slightly solemn, and she said in a low voice, "You have to take a dip." ”

As long as she soaked it in cold water, the medicinal properties in her body would be eliminated.

"Rhetoric!" Fusang was a little annoyed, his moist eyes were filled with grievances, and his rosy lips pursed: "I don't want it, it's so cold in the water." ”

Hua Ci sat on the edge of the bathtub, his bony hands pressed against her round shoulders, restrained from looking underwater.

Fussan struggled violently in the bathtub and pounced on him, holding him and biting his delicate chin.

Hua Ci was caught off guard and almost fell backwards unsteadily, but fortunately kissed his body.

Unexpectedly, it was bitten in the next second.

He frowned slightly, holding back the pain in his jaw as he put his hand on her wet shoulder.

"Loosen up." The low tone was commanding.

Fusang didn't let go, and his tone was indistinct: "Bu ...... Wobu ......"

A touch of helplessness flashed in Hua Ci's eyes, and his tone was a little dangerous, and he said, "If you don't let go, don't regret it." ”

Fusang still did not let go, but his hands were messing with him.

Hua Ci grabbed her white wrist, then clasped her back, and then gently pinched the soft flesh on her waist.

Fusang let go of his white teeth and lay limply in his arms.

Hua Ci was about to press her back when she heard a small whimper.

This is......

Hua Ci's whole body stiffened, and his long eyelashes like crow's feathers were lowered, and he lowered his eyes to look at the girl with her head resting on his arms.

"Yan Sang, are you crying?"

Fusang raised his head sharply, his eyes red like rabbit eyes, and began to make a mess of accusations.

"Big pig's trotters...... Do I want you...... Such cold water...... What if you throw me in and get cold...... You're still not a man...... I don't like you anymore......"

As we all know, the most unpleasant thing a man can say is #You're still not a man#.

Hua Ci's reason, which she tried to restrain herself, collapsed again, and her hands changed positions to clasp her waist and lift her up.

"You look at me......"

Fusang looked at him in a daze, suspecting that he had scolded too much, afraid that he would be rude.

Hua Ci looked at her with deep eyes and said, "Know who I am?" ”

Fusang lowered his eyelashes and said, "Flowers." ”

The girl's butterfly-like long eyelashes trembled and trembled, like a small brush brushing his heart, bringing a tingling itch.

Hua Ci stretched out her white and slender fingers, pinched her chin, and lifted her delicate little face.

"Looks like you've not completely lost your mind......"

As he spoke, he kissed her all over the world, and landed on her forehead, nose, and lips, and kissed her heavily.

Fusang leaned limply into his arms, trusting his body and mind to him.