Shi Yu's face was so red that he didn't even let go of his earlobes, as if he had hung a little cherry, and his voice was slightly crying: "Hurry up..."

She couldn't hear the slightest bit of flowery thought in her tone, but it sounded in Rong Yuan's ears, like a claw scratching, tickling his heart.

But Rong Yuan felt comfortable, that kind of torturous comfort.

Rong Yuan spoke slightly, and his voice was low and hoarse: "You should hurry up too..."

Treating this delicate woman, she doesn't quench her thirst if it's light, and she's afraid that she'll be tired when it's heavy, Rong Yuan really doesn't know what to do.

Like a century has passed.

When Shi Yu felt that his hand was no longer a hand, Rong Yuan finally let go of her.

Shi Yu's face was so red that she didn't dare to look down, she only felt that her hands were sticky, and she didn't dare to move her hands.

Rong Yuan kissed her forehead, pulled the little girl's thin white wrist, and his voice was still hoarse: "I'll help you wash it." ”

It was clear that the monk could easily solve it with a single decision, but Rong Yuan held Shi Yu's hand and learned from mortals to clean her a little bit.

Rong Yuan had discovered before that Shi Yu preferred the lifestyle of mortals.

The little girl's hands were small, thin and white, and their palms were flushed red at the moment.

After Rong Yuan cleaned her hands, he took out a handkerchief to help her slowly wipe the water stains between her fingers.

Rong Yuan took her little hand and kneaded it gently: "Is it still sour?" ”

Shi Yu's cheeks began to get hot again, and he pulled his hand, but he pinched it tightly and didn't pull it back.

Although he was about to explode with shame, Shi Yu was good at self-desolation, and after silently roaring in his heart, he forced himself to calm down.

"Rub it for you."

Shi Yu pursed her lower lip and stared at him directly.

Rong Yuan raised his eyes suddenly, and just met her gaze, and his voice was lazy: "What are you looking at?" ”

Rong Yuan was wearing a coat on his shoulders at the moment, revealing the snow-white underwear inside, the son was like jade, bewitching and moving, and the slightly drooping eyes hooked up a touch of red, which was beautiful and bewitching.

Shi Yu's mind unconsciously appeared in the picture just now, and Rong Yuan. The sound of gasping... It's so sexy!

It is no wonder that since ancient times, the beauty of the capital has bewitched people, and the disaster has poured into the city, and it is so reasonable to destroy a country without paying attention.

What a grinding goblin...

Shi Yu snorted hard to stop the heat from pouring out of his nose.

Her eyes wandered around, but she didn't dare to look at Rong Yuan, she only felt that the whole air was a little hotter, and her face was also burned into a cloud of fire.

Rong Yuan looked at her with interest.

The little girl shrunk herself into a little quail, and her little face was red, but she was cute and lovely.

He stretched out his hand and poked it, and the little girl trembled with fright, like a little quail.

It's so cute.

Rong Yuan sighed in his heart, and the sparkle in his eyes was even more gentle.

"You're so cute, what should I do if I want to bully you more?"

"Or, do it again."

Shi Yu's ears were red, and now he was finally afraid: "You... Give an inch and take a mile. ”

He smiled when he saw her timid appearance, he wanted to mess around, but she couldn't stand it.

Rong Yuan is as kind as flowing: "Well, I want to be pampered and proud." ”

"You're not ashamed!"

"Well, I'm not ashamed."

"You stinky rascal!"

He laughed: "Well, I'm a stinky rascal. ”

Shi Yu: "......" can't say anything about him.

Rong Yuan hooked his lips and smiled, and reached out to hug the girl tightly in his arms.

He reached out and touched her head, and there were gentle shadows in his eyes.

An unprecedented sense of stability invaded the fortified city that Rong Yuan had built with loneliness.