[1] Beautiful men out of the bath and dragon robes

Huang Minglie, who had just finished handling affairs, hurriedly walked back to the Heart Cultivation Palace, he really missed Dongfang Han too much. [with _ dream]ā

Ever since he told the world that he liked men to empty this harem, they stuck together everywhere they went.

But there are some things that Dongfang Han needs to deal with in the Tai Hospital today, so he didn't follow Huang Minglie to the imperial study today.

But Huang Minglie has become accustomed to having his days wherever he goes, and when he doesn't see him for a quarter of an hour, Huang Minglie feels that it is uncomfortable, and even sped up to review the good music and rushed back to find Dongfang Han.

He opened the door and found the room steaming, with a figure moving behind the screen.

Dongfang Han is taking a bath.

He walked over, and before he could go around the screen, he heard a loud sound of water, and Dongfang Hanshu stood up.

Huang Minglie walked over, and what he saw was Dongfang Han's sturdy back.

He reached for the headband on the screen, and tied his waist-length hair casually and placed it on his chest.

A drop of water left along the neck, across the explosive back and upright buttocks, hidden in the mysterious ravine.

Huang Minglie's breathing was chaotic, his face began to burn, and then somewhere under him also began to burn, and he slowly stood up.

Just as Dongfang Han turned to the side to get his clothes, he saw Huang Minglie, who was a little panting with a red face, standing behind him.

Looking at the person who appeared behind him, Dongfang Han withdrew his hand to take the clothes, slowly untied the hairband that had just been tied, draped the wet long hair behind him, raised his eyebrows and asked, "Keep looking at me, do you want to wash it together?" ”

Huang Minglie's throat rolled up and down, and a pair of eyes stared at Dongfang Han tightly.

The long hair covered most of his body, but this half-hidden appearance made him look even more attractive than before.

Hearing the other party's invitation, he almost couldn't control himself and walked over, walked to the side of the bathtub, looked at his handsome face and smiling expression, and held back for a long time before speaking: "You're not...... Have you washed it? ”

Dongfang Han clasped Huang Minglie's wrist and said with a low smile: "It's okay, if it's a mandarin duck bath, I can wash it again." ”

The words fell, and before Huang Minglie could react, the whole person was dragged into the bathtub.

The splash in the bath bucket was outside, and after Huang Minglie sat down, only half of the original water was left in the bath bucket.

Fortunately, this bucket is relatively large, and two people don't feel crowded when sitting in the bucket.

Of course, Huang Minglie thinks it's better to squeeze in, and let people change to a smaller bath bucket tomorrow.

Huang Minglie was still thinking about the size of the bath bucket, and his eyes suddenly darkened, Dongfang Han had already come over, put his hand on his shoulder, pinched it lightly, and said in a dangerous tone: "Huh? You've just been distracted? ”

Obviously, the water was still a little hot, but Huang Minglie shivered.

Huang Minglie immediately replied: "No, I'm thinking about you." "I'm trying to get you a smaller tub.

"Oh, don't think about me, I'm right in front of you."

Dongfang Han's face was a little better, and the hand on his shoulder moved slowly, touched the neckline, and then put the other hand up.

Looking at the deep eyes of the person opposite, the undisguised desire and hope in it became stronger and stronger, and Huang Minglie, who was familiar with Dongfang Han, said that his heart was not good, and he immediately began to struggle.

"Don't, don't ......"

A sound of "tearing" sounded in the room, and Huang Minglie quieted down, staring at Dongfang Han with a pair of eyes.

Dongfang Han noticed Huang Minglie's face, he eagerly stretched his hand underneath, but was caught by Huang Minglie.

He looked at Huang Minglie, who was still blushing but looking extremely strange, and asked, "What's wrong?" Are you unhappy? ”

"Tell me how many dragon robes you've torn this month?"

Dongfang Han: "......"

Huang Ming was angry: "The fourth piece! ”

Dongfang Han let go, and the bright yellow fabric fell into the bathtub.

"Ahem, I'll definitely ...... next time"

Huang Minglie: "You say that every time!" You've torn five pieces in the last month alone! ”

Dongfang Han explained to himself: "This, I only tore four pieces this month, right, it's much better than last month." ”

Huang Minglie's face was already black and red: "It's only half of this month!" ”

Dongfang Han continued to make up reasons for himself: "Ahem, that...... It must be that the quality of your dragon robe is too poor, otherwise how could it be torn so easily......"

I can't weave it, how can the quality of the dragon robe be poor.

But he really couldn't help himself, and he especially enjoyed the panicked expression on his face when his clothes were torn.

Huang Minglie didn't care how aggrieved he was, and continued: "You will sleep well by yourself after you do this again!" ”

This is not good, how can this most fundamental benefit be said to be none?

Dongfang Han was vigilant in his heart, ready to release a big killing move.

Usually he "accidentally" tore the dragon robe, and this is how Huang Minglie forgave him.

He leaned over and pressed Huang Minglie, who was still thinking about how to punish him, grabbed the seductive lip flap and sucked, entered through the open mouth, and invited the little tongue inside to dance...

The temperature of the water in the tub slowly dropped, but the temperature in the room rose, and soon there was an ambiguous gasp, breathing, moaning, and moaning that made people blush and heartbeat.

And then...... Of course, the matter of tearing the dragon robe is over.

When the embroiderers of the Clothing Bureau received this month's task, they were really bitter.

Is the emperor's dragon robe used to wipe the floor, and why are there several dragon robes every month!

They embroidered dragon robes until they vomited, and they all wanted to jump ship and go to the imperial dining room to wash dishes!

After that, every time the dragon robe was torn, Huang Minglie made up his mind that he must not let go of Dongfang Han.

Of course, I let it go every time to the end.

So Huang Minglie became the emperor who wore the most dragon robes in history, and there was no one.