For a while, listening to the sound of water in the bathroom not far away, Jiang Yan sat on the bed and began to twist.

He was like an unlucky boy waiting for the teacher to come and check his homework.

Fidgeting on that large fluffy bed that might become a work desk for a while.

No, no, no, how can I have that kind of thought about An Jie.

Obviously it's just an Jie, with a flat chest, a bad temper, and a big grin like a boy.

Thinking of this, Jiang Yan's mood suddenly became a little calmer.

Well, yes, that's right.

Don't treat her as a woman, just treat her as a buddy.

In this case, no matter how soon Anjie is taking a bath, it is fine.

Or should I sleep in a bed with her at night?

Jiang Ember can be calm and comfortable, and does not expose some strange ugliness.

After finding that he had calmed down, Jiang Ember casually picked up a "sheet" from the side of the bed, intending to wipe the cold sweat from his forehead.

But just as he picked up the small mass of white seduction like the bed.

only to find that what he was holding in his hand were actually two objects with a somewhat familiar shape.

These are two long strips of cloth that feel comfortable like a fine fluff when touched, while also carrying a warm heat.

......

Jiang Yan unfolded the two pieces of cloth and took a look, only to find that this was the pair of velvet*** that was put on An Jie's legs not long ago.

At that moment, Jiang Yan's brain exploded, and a strange *** small theater also appeared in his mind.

In a strange white cloud, a man has a *** on his head.

The "*** Zun", who was about to rob the bank, suddenly appeared.

"Boy, did you drop these velvet ***? Or is it this pair of cores?"

"I...... I didn't drop ***."

"In this way, you are an honest child, and the two million pairs of *** that deity treasured will be given to you."

Before Jiang Ember could react, he was overwhelmed by a large sea of colors.

......

No, am I a pervert? What kind of weird little theater in the brain are you thinking?

After coming down from that weird cloud, Jiang Ember hurriedly shook his head, and hurriedly threw the pair of *** in his hand who were still carrying body temperature back on the bed.

But after such a move, Jiang Yan's Dao heart, which had already settled down, showed signs of damage again.

After all, *** is one of the symbols of women's charm, not to mention the hot *** that An Jie just took off.

When I think of ***, I will think of the girl's pair of beautiful legs that are not long, but they are very slender and have very beautiful lines.

and the milk-like white and tender skin that was wrapped in this pair of *** not long ago.

In other words, Jiang Yan didn't see the scene of sitting on the edge of the bed and taking off *** before An Jie went to the bathroom just now.

At that time, he should have been distracted by something else, so that he didn't see this very beautiful scene.

But we still have to live here for so many days, whether we take it off or put it on, we will have a chance to see it...... Ahh What was I thinking?

After realizing that he was actually attracted by a pair of ***, Jiang Yan hurriedly tried to divert his thinking.

Calm down, calm down, me.

It's just a pair of socks, what's the big deal.

Speaking of which, stockings were originally worn by men, and Napoleon often wore them to go out for horseback riding.

yes, there's something about this kind of thing, but that's it.

After successfully diverting his attention initially, Jiang Yan extended his thinking to the workmanship of ***.

In other words, the quality of Anjie's velvet long tube is really good.

It feels very comfortable to the touch, warm and dry, and it is really rare to have this kind of *** in this era.

Unconsciously, Jiang Yan turned his head to look at *** who was thrown in the corner of the bed by himself, and a trace of curiosity appeared in his eyes.

Generally speaking, the *** in ancient times was basically made of wool, silk or cotton.

Not only is the workmanship very rough, the style is extremely single, and the feel is not particularly good.

But the pair of *** worn by Anjie has an excellent feel and excellent workmanship, which is not inferior to modern industrial products at all.

By the way, Lanna Cel also often wears ***, and the black silk she wears seems to be in a similar situation.

With the industrial level of this world, it stands to reason that such a modern *** should not be produced.

What exactly is it that has gone wrong that makes this world so tempting...... Ahh

Just when Jiang Ember was thinking so, he couldn't stop grabbing the pair of *** and putting it in his hand to feel the material.

But just when Jiang Yan wondered if there was some kind of mature industrial system in this world.

A voice that sounded a little speechless suddenly came out from behind him.

"You guy...... What are you doing with my socks?"

「...... Huh?"

Jiang Yan, who was thinking about the relationship between modern industry and ***, suddenly woke up from his own world.

He turned his head to look, only to find that An Jie's delicate face was filled with a strange expression, and his eyes seemed to be looking at something indescribable.

Indeed, from a realistic point of view, Jiang Yan's behavior at this time is indeed a bit like a pervert.

Grabbed the *** that the girl had just taken off, sat on the bed and touched it.

And while touching, there are still words in my mouth, and I don't know what I'm nagging.

It's just weird enough to make people call the police on the spot, okay?

After reacting to how strange his situation was, Jiang Yan hurriedly threw *** on the bed again, waved his hand and said loudly:

"No, no, no! I'm just thinking that the material and style of these socks are so good, I think I've seen them somewhere!"

「...... Aren't these stockings everywhere? What's there to think about, what a weirdo."

Although An Jie felt very incomprehensible about Jiang Yan's actions just now.

But she didn't feel how perverted this kind of thing was, after all, An Jie probably didn't know what "foot control" was.

Go back and pack up the clothes and belongings you left on the bed and put them back in the tub.

An Jie sat on the bed and shook her little feet that were still a little wet.

Her freshly cleaned jade feet looked petite, small enough to be wrapped directly in the palm of Jiang Yan's hand.

Perhaps because of the slight dampness, these two slender, slender, and light legs were lifted slightly.

At a distance of more than ten centimeters from the ground, it swayed rhythmically back and forth, left and right, driving two little feet to sway in the air.

The scene looked like two pure white elves dancing, full of dreamy beauty.

When he saw this scene, Jiang Yan, who had just managed to clean up his mood, couldn't help but take a deep breath.

He couldn't be said to be a foot control before...... Probably not, it may be, not necessarily in short.

But when An Jie's cute and soft little feet dangled in front of her eyes.

But he couldn't help but feel the urge to hold it in his hand and caress it wantonly.

What's more, Anjie is amazingly beautiful after just taking a shower, and she also exudes an amazing femininity.

This also made it even more difficult for Jiang Ember to resist the charming charm that he had never felt on An Jieshen.

Although An Jie is usually very beautiful and good-looking, her words and deeds are a little rude, and she always gives people the feeling of a big grinning boy.

For such a beautiful girl, Jiang Yan can always be calm when she is a good buddy.

Even if the two hook up shoulders, or even have intimate physical contact, there will be no strange thoughts.

But now she had just finished bathing, sat on the edge of the bed in her nightdress, and kept her head down and was silent.

In this case, Anjie's usual rudeness is gone, and all that remains is luxury beauty.

Yes, luxury.

It's hard to imagine that such a word can be used to describe a big living person, but it is.

In Jiang Yan's view, Anjie's beauty is the kind of extremely luxurious beauty, the kind of beauty that the painter pursues all his life.

Today, she wears a cream-white satin nightgown that just covers her rounded knees.

Although she had just washed her hair, Anjie seemed to have dried her hair with some kind of miracle spell.

At this time, the long silver-white hair fluttered behind her in a somewhat scattered manner, like a big blooming flower, white and fluffy.

This gorgeous scene is paired with a delicate face that is as flawless as a doll, and it is easy to fall into it and can't extricate yourself.

However, just when Jiang Ember couldn't help but immerse himself in this beauty, staring at An Jie up and down.

An Jie, who seemed to notice this, frowned, curled a strand of hair with her slender fingers and played, and asked:

"Look at *** like that...... Is there something wrong with me?"

"Huh? No, it's good, you look ...... Well, it's very spiritual."

For a while, Jiang Yan didn't know how to answer, so he could only say such a ridiculous word in a panic.

...... Strange, why is this guy so weird tonight, is he too tired?

Regarding Jiang Yan's various strange behaviors tonight, An Jie muttered a little in her heart, and then summarized it as too tired.

So after drying his feet, he shrank back and sat on the bed.

She looked at Jiang Yan, who was still sitting on the edge of the bed at a loss, and couldn't help but kick him lightly in the back.

"Hey, what are you doing sitting there? Hurry up and take a shower and get ready for bed."

"Huh? Wash...... Take a bath?"

"Of course, I can't stand the stinky guy lying around, go."

It wasn't until An Jie's face showed a disgusted expression that Jiang Yan realized that this woman seemed to have a habit of cleanliness.

Indeed, don't look at An Jie, who usually seems to be very arrogant, but she is actually very concerned about personal hygiene.

When she lived in the monastery, Anjie basically had to take a bath at least three times a day.

And often use cleaning miracle spells to clean up his body.

With this in mind, Jiang Yan really had to pay special attention to personal hygiene when he was with her, otherwise it would be easy to break a few ribs or something.

So under An Jie's supervision, Jiang Yan also walked into the bathroom, ready to start the final washing work tonight.

Watching Jiang Ember walk into the bathroom, An Jie, who was lying on the bed, yawned a lot, looking a little tired.

Almost instinctively, she reached for the bedside table next to her, ready to pick up a book she usually used for recreation.

For Anjie, reading a book is her favorite and most applicable way to sleep.

Even when you can't sleep, as long as you open those obscure books and read them a few times, your eyelids can't help but tremble up and down.

However, at the moment when she stretched out her hand, An Jie realized that this was not her usual bedroom.

Naturally, there were no strange readings on the bedside table next to him, which Lannassel had replaced, except for a delicately carved table lamp that didn't do much of a purpose.

...... Forget it, go to bed early, it's not like you can't sleep anyway.

After shaking her head, An Jie lay directly on the soft pillow, closed her eyes and began to try to fall asleep.

For An Jie, she was indeed a little tired today, so she slept very sweetly.

And although she slept in the same bed as Jiang Yan, An Jie didn't think there was anything wrong with this kind of thing.

After all, in An Jie's view, Jiang Ember is self

My best friend is also the person I trust the most.

Under this relationship of trust, which is more solid than it seems on the surface, living together is nothing to worry about.

It is true that An Jie's personality is indeed more inclined to boys than ordinary women.

Even in this case, she was able to sleep peacefully, not caring who was lying next to her pillow.

But for Jiang Yan, tonight's sleep may not be so good.

Soon after, night fell, and moonlight shone through the window through the curtains.

When Jiang Ember finished cleaning and walked out of the room, there was already silence outside.

Well? Ann Jie, is she ...... Already asleep?

With this in mind, Jiang Yan gently approached the bedroom.

When he came to the big bed with the spar lamp, he saw a lovely sleeping face.

At this time, An Jie's small and delicate side face was leaning on the big ruffle pillow, sleeping soundly.

Her long white hair was scattered across the sheets, and her two small hands were still clinging to the wide quilt, like holding a huge doll.

I have indeed slept...... That's great.

After discovering that An Jie was really asleep, Jiang Ember breathed a sigh of relief.

After all, he didn't have the courage to pull open the quilt in front of An Jie, lie down, and then fall asleep under the girl's gaze.

While she's asleep, I'll rest quickly, and there's still a lot to do tomorrow."

Now Jiang Yan couldn't care about anything else, so he could only turn off the spar lamp first.

Then he gently pulled open the quilt on the other side and lay on the half of the bed next to An Jie.

For a moment, the room was sunk in darkness.

But it is precisely in this dark environment that the presence of the person next to the pillow is particularly strong.

The fresh and good-smelling shower gel aroma mixed with An Jie's body fragrance has been circling in Jiang Ash's nose.

The slight sound of breathing and the temperature next to him also reminded him of the situation he was in.

As soon as he thought of An Jie lying beside her, he could touch her warm jade skin with just a little stretch of his hand.

The strong stimulation in the darkness made Jiang Ember feel a sense of turmoil in his heart.

So that night, Jiang Ember succeeded...... Became an insomniac.