Si Nanyuan felt that the body temperature of the little woman in his arms had climbed to the normal standard, and turned off the switch of the shower head with one hand.

He didn't rush to answer, just chuckled and lowered his head to kiss her soft lips.

At the same time, they maintained a hugging posture and led her outward.

As he passed by the towel rack, he dragged a clean one.

waited until the moment he left the bathroom, and then reluctantly left his short-term welfare, and also put the bath towel on Tang Wan's little head.

Gently rubbing her head.

Although she knew that Si Nanyuan was helping her dry it, the feeling of being completely covered by a bath towel was still a bit weird.

Tang Wan raised his hand and subconsciously pushed Si Nanyuan's strong chest.

"A-Yuan, I'll do it myself."

Si Nanyuan's movement of wiping his head paused suddenly, but he did not let go of his hand.

In the next second, Tang Wan felt a slight warmth coming from the top of his head.

Seem...... It was Si Nanyuan who kissed her silk through the bath towel.

Tang Wan's heart suddenly crossed with a trace of doubt.

She wanted to grasp it, but the doubt slipped away quickly, fleetingly, and didn't give her the slightest chance at all.

And before the next sentence of struggle could be spoken, Tang Wan felt that she was once again being held in her arms by Si Nanyuan.

Beside him were his strong, powerful arms, and in front of him was his hot chest.

I don't know if her body temperature is lower than usual, or if she has some delusions.

She suddenly felt that Si Nanyuan's body temperature at this time was even hotter than usual.

When skin touched, the hot temperature easily penetrated through her skin and seeped into her blood.

With the flow of blood, it spreads to the limbs and bones.

But she didn't hate him with such a hot spot.

On the contrary, I couldn't help but covet the heat he gave.

Soon, there was another familiar feeling overhead.

It really feels all too familiar.

Even if she didn't have to look at it, Tang Wan knew that it must have been Si Nanyuan who pressed his chin lightly on her head.

But before she could feel anything, the low, magnetic voice came from the top of her head.

"Do you need me to answer such a simple question myself?"

"Of course." Tang Wan continued without thinking about it, "Of course the big hero is responsible for his own script!" What if I let me dream casually, and I can't dream of your handsomeness? ”

But although Tang Wan's answer was a little naughty, Si Nanyuan didn't chuckle out loud as usual.

Instead, he was silent for a few seconds before he answered in a calm voice.

The tone was more serious and serious than before.

"Okay."

"......, why did she still hear a little reluctant taste?"

"Since those people have done things that hurt you, it is natural that there is no forgiveness for sin. At that critical juncture, of course, I will descend from heaven and imprison those who have hurt you one by one, so that they can experience the pain you have suffered doubly. ”

Although "......" sounds a little cruel, it is indeed Si Nanyuan's style.

"And then—get rid of them with your own hands, and turn them to ashes. But—"

"But what?" As soon as he heard that there was a turning point behind this solution, Tang Wanna's curiosity was instantly aroused.

The words fell, and the familiar chuckle fell into my ears.

The towel over his head was lifted, and the darkness receded, replaced by an impeccable handsome face.

Si Nanyuan lowered his head slightly, lowered his gaze to the level of her, and stared deeply into her clear eyes.

The four eyes are facing each other, and the thin lips are lightly opened——