When he turned his head, he found that Nangong Ye was frozen in the bathtub, dumbfounded, and couldn't say a word.

"Nangong Night...... Nangong Night?? ”

Zhong Ling'er stretched out her hand and waved it in front of Nangong Ye's eyes, calling him twice.

Nangong Ye came back to his senses at this time, and a pair of inky jade-like eyes quickly swept over Zhong Ling'er's chest, and then immediately turned his head away, his eyes looked at the water and continued to say nothing.

The mist in the tub bypassed his handsome and extraordinary face, and his skin, which was as white as jade, did not know whether it was because of embarrassment or because of the heat, and it kept reddening and reddening.

Soon it was as red as a ripe persimmon.

Zhong Ling'er looked at his cheeks that were getting redder and redder, so she leaned closer to him, touched her cheeks with her cleanly washed little hands, and said strangely: "Huh? Why is your face so red...... Do you think the water is a little hot? ”

"......" Nangong Ye was still silent and didn't speak, because at this moment he was embarrassed and couldn't say anything, and he just wanted to cut people.

The bunch of rubbish at the door, rubbish, rubbish, important words shouted three times.

Zhong Ling'er grew up in Qingfeng Villa with Master Sealing Dust since she was a child, and the only two people she has ever seen are the dumb slave and the Sealing Dust Master.

After she could say that she would leave, Master Fengchen wholeheartedly taught her martial arts and spells, as for other etiquette teachings, what men and women teach or not, they haven't had time to teach it.

I always feel that Zhong Ling'er is just a child who has not grown up, and it is too early to learn this.

At this moment, Nangong Ye is simply worse than dead, not only hating Zhong Ling'er, but also hating Master Fengchen.

Zhong Ling'er knows this virtue, all because Master Fengchen didn't teach it well.

Just this virtuous girl, the master of Fengchen is embarrassed to recommend it to marry him? Do you still want to be the next emperor of the Beicang Continent? Dream.

Even if there is no woman in Beicang, he will not want this wild girl to be his daughter-in-law.

"Nangong Ye, Nangong Ye, why haven't you been talking?" Zhong Ling'er moved her body towards the place where Nangong Ye was.

Nangong Ye moved his body back, but helplessly, this bath bucket was too small, and he was already attached to the bucket at all, and he couldn't hold back any longer.

Suddenly, Zhong Ling'er was stunned, and looked down at the clear and transparent water with a strange face.

Hey? What is that? Why didn't she?

She looked at the Dongdong she didn't have, then at Nangong Ye's face, and then at that Dongdong.

Driven by curiosity, she stretched out her soft little hand, pulled Nangong Ye's little Ding Ding hard, and said strangely: "Nangong Ye, what is this?" Why didn't I? ”

When her little hand touched his little Dingding, his whole body was tense, his face was blue and unsightly.

"Let it go." There was a roar, as cold as coming from the eighteenth floor underground.

"Oh." Zhong Ling'er let go of her little hand lightly, but her eyes never left that strange thing.

At this moment, Nangong Ye came up with a decision, he decided to marry this Zhong Ling'er without hesitation.

Not for anything else, just for the opportunity to repay today's shame one day.

He took a deep breath and desperately suppressed the urge to kill in his heart.

While going crazy, he wanted to cut Zhong Ling'er, and at the same time, he also sensibly warned himself that he had to bow his head when he was under the eaves.