Tang Jiaren finally stimulated Yu Qianqiong, and suddenly felt in a good mood.

She hummed a little tune, took off her coat, ripped off her skirt, kicked off her shoes, and was about to step on her pants, when she saw the curtain lifted, Yu Qianqiong was wearing a dark green robe, carrying a bucket of hot water, going and returning, coming to the barrel, and pouring hot water very naturally.

Tang Jiaren let go of her little feet that were stepping on the obscene pants, and let the profane pants, which had already exposed half of her waist, return to its place. Put your hands together, hug them in front of your chest, and cover your thin clothes, otherwise you will leak out of your spring.

Yu Qianqiong didn't look at Tang Jiaren, and after pouring hot water, she turned around and went out again.

Tang Jiaren waited for a while, but didn't see him come in again, so he immediately ripped off his clothes and pants, and jumped into the bathtub wearing only a red belly pocket.

The tub is not big, but three buckets of water is still a little less for it. The most important thing is that these three buckets are hot water for his father!

Tang Jiaren screamed, and a high jumped out of the hot water!

Now her figure can be described as convex and backward, such a jump, not to mention earth-shattering, but the white flowers are absolutely uncontrollable for all men. Unless, he's a eunuch.

When Yu Qianqiong heard the shout, she immediately rushed into Tang Jiaren's room, stretched out her hands, and hugged Tang Jiaren who fell from the sky.

Looking at each other, Tang Jiaren's charming eyes were instantly erected, and as soon as the whole person turned around, he jumped out of Yu Qianqiong's arms. Luckily, she dodged the embarrassment; Unfortunately, she jumped into the hot water again.

"Whew...... Tang Jiaren let out a miserable scream again, grabbed Yu Qianqiong's clothes, jumped out of the bath bucket one by one, and fell into his arms with his legs shrunk.

Yu Qianqiong held her hands and hugged Tang Jiaren, just like holding a lively ginseng girl. The white and tender body, the choppy chest, the slender waist that is not as slender as a hand, the round and pretty buttocks, the beautiful feet, and a stunned expression of "hell".

The hands are plump and slightly heavy, pressing on the fingers, which is very tactile and makes people unconsciously want to pinch it. However, Yu Qianqiong didn't make a move. He asked, "Is it cold or not?" ”

Tang Jiaren shook his head.

He asked, "Is it hot or not?" ”

Tang Jiaren nodded.

Yu Qianqiong held her body, put her on the bed, and said, "Wait a while, I'll go get cold water." ”

Tang Jiaren pulled the quilt, wrapped herself, and stabbed her face into the quilt, wanting to pass out like this.

Yu Qianqiong turned around, opened the curtain, and walked out.

The curtain fell, and Tang Jiaren stretched out a hand from the quilt and began to scratch the quilt. It sounds like a cat grinding its paws.

Through the curtain, Yu Qianqiong lowered her eyes and smiled. Perhaps, he should not have bathed too early, and if he went to take a shower now, he would arouse her suspicions. Never mind......

Yu Qianqiong gave Tang Jiaren a time to ease the embarrassment, and then she brought three more buckets of water and poured them into the bath bucket. He rolled up his sleeves, put his hand into the water, tested the temperature, and felt that the temperature was right, and then said to Tang Jia: "I'm out." You have something to call me. ”

Tang Jiaren nodded under the quilt. At first glance, it looks like a cicada chrysalis playing with the south, south, west, and northwest.

Yu Qianqiong picked up the change of clothes that Tang Jiaren threw on the ground, stuffed them into a wooden bucket, and walked out.

Tang Jiaren heard the movement, poked her head out to look at the door curtain that had finally calmed down, rubbed her long hair vigorously, and shook off her boredom, then she stared at the door curtain and listened carefully. When she heard the sound of pots and pans, she immediately threw away the quilt, jumped into the water, and rubbed her face vigorously, trying to rub off the abnormal flush and rub it into non-existence. Unfortunately, no.

Tang Jiaren was really afraid that Yu Qianqiong would come in again, so she immediately coughed her throat and shouted, "I'm bathing!" ”

Through the two curtains, Yu Qianqiong replied: "I'm boiling porridge, and I can't get over it for the time being." ”

Tang Jia's popularity knot! She didn't ask him to come and see him bathe, she reminded him not to come and see him bathe. It was a messy day.

Tang Jiaren vented her dissatisfaction in the bath water and fluttered a few times.

Yu Qianqiong was boiling porridge, and there was a rare smile on her face. That kind of pleasure that comes from the soul is so precious to him. Originally, he thought that he only needed a little bit, and then during the time he stole it, he ate away at her feelings step by step. Now, he didn't want to let her go, but he wanted more. He wanted her to stay and live with him in this small courtyard.

He had never coveted anything, anyone, or any taste, and now he ...... But it is obsessed, obsessed, and unrepentant......

After Tang Jiaren washed herself as fast as she could, she reached out to grab the dress she threw on the ground, but found that it was ...... Gone!

She thought that the dress should have been picked out by Yu Qianqiong, but she wasn't too worried. After all, he couldn't just throw her dress away.

Tang Jiaren cleared her throat, shrunk herself into the bath water, raised her neck and shouted, "Yu Qianqiong, bring me the new dress I bought." After a slight pause, he added in a low voice, "And underwear and underwear." ”

Yu Qianqiong responded: "Okay." He wiped his hands clean, lifted the curtain, walked out of the kitchen, came to the package, found out what the woman used, carried it into Tang Jiaren's room together, put it on the bed, and then walked out as much as he could, standing behind the curtain, his cheeks quietly creeping up.

When she jumped into his arms, his heart shook violently, but he didn't have time to appreciate the taste of this heavenly blush. Now when he entered the room again, the air seemed to have become a medicine, through his breath, through his skin, through his subtle senses, into his body, and in the beauty of the liquor. His mind would unconsciously recall the scene that had just happened, as if two flint and steel stones collided with each other and sparked, instantly igniting a spirit. He, burned.

The feeling was so intense that it was hard for him to control himself.

Yu Qianqiong picked up Tang Jiaren's changed clothes, strode out of the room, breathed a breath of clear air, came to the well water in the yard, hit the well water, washed her face, and then poured water into the clothes.

Yu Qianqiong has always been an observant person. He could see that Tang Jiaren was not a housekeeper. She didn't know how to prepare a change of clothes before bathing, and the dirty dress she took off could be thrown on the ground, which was enough to show two problems, one, she probably didn't know how to do laundry. Second, how much Tang Buxiu spoiled her.

Yu Qianqiong's robe was washed by a servant, but Tang Jiaren's dress he wanted to clean by hand. He's not competing with Tang, absolutely not.

Yu Qianqiong's mind was full of Tang Jiaren, and she didn't notice what was in her pocket.

Tang Jiaren pulled her shoes, wiped her hair, and when she pushed the door out, she happened to see Yu Qianqiong pouring water into the wooden bucket. Two steps closer, she could see the cask containing the dress she had just changed. After being slightly stunned, he roared majestically: "Stop!" ”