Su Ruotang buried his body in warm water, and his white and delicate fingertips trembled and landed on the begonia in his lower abdomen, and rubbed it vigorously.

Her skin was extremely tender, and a crimson instantly appeared.

The begonias are still gorgeous, and on the crimson skin, they bloom even more gorgeously.

The extreme white and red outline a beautiful picture of begonias.

The begonia flowers that are soaked in water seem to be more delicate.

Su Ruotang's little hand slapped the surface of the water and closed his eyes in abandonment.

Sure enough, it can't be washed off.

As soon as his eyes were closed, a man's clear and indifferent voice seemed to come from his ears, and it was the poem of the wandering corpse:

"Lu Jiao's faint eyebrows are swiped, and her red and bewitching face is thin."

As if to engrave these poems describing begonias, accompanied by colors, into her bones and blood.

Su Ruotang pursed her red lips and slowly buried her head in the water.

In a trance, she felt as if she was surrounded by a thick banyan tree.

One by one, the banyan leaves accompanied by the begonia flowers fell on her thin and tender skin.

It brings a burning sensation that is impossible to ignore.

Su Ruotang opened his eyes suddenly.

In front of the eye, it is the man's clear and elegant face.

In my ears, there was the sound of rushing water.

Mo Yingyan hooked the girl's soft waist, and gently rubbed her fingertips on the begonia around her waist.

Qingrun's voice was dyed with a hint of hoarseness, "Madame, is this trying to drown yourself?" ”

The skin around Su Ruotang's waist is extremely sensitive.

It took almost all her strength to sit down against the edge of the tub.

"You...... You go out ......."

The inn tub is large enough to accommodate two people.

Su Ruotang felt that the space was inexplicably narrow, and a strong sense of crisis appeared in his heart.

Mo Yingyan was soaked in warm water, and her warm fingertips pressed on the sensitive part of her waist.

Su Ruotang instantly softened and slowly slid down the edge of the bath bucket.

If it weren't for the man hooking her, she would 100% slide into the tub.

She opened her mouth slightly, and pushed the man weakly, "...... Get out ......."

Mo Yingyan's fingers, which were as moist as mutton fat and white jade, slid down her back from bottom to top, and the overflowing voice was low and hoarse, "Do you really want to go out?" ”

When the words fell, he let go of his hand slightly.

Su Ruotang's body slid instantly.

Her pupils shrank sharply, and she subconsciously hooked the man's neck, and exclaimed, "Don't ......"

Seeing that the water surface had not passed her delicate jaw, Mo Yingyan circled her again, her Adam's apple rolled, and she chuckled, "Do you want me to go out?" ”

Su Ruotang bit her lower lip and turned her head away from him.

Dog man.

Erha has to take a detour when he sees it - more dog than dog!

Mo Yingyan hugged her and stood up.

The bright sunset, spilling in from the window, is projected on the man.

The man's eyebrows were like green mountains, and he slowly got up, and the water droplets kept rolling down.

The noble son, who was soaked in the fragrance of ink and books, was instantly contaminated with the desire of the red world.

The girl he was holding in his arms, the soaked white dress was casually draped on his body.

Between the chest and abdomen, the delicate and delicate begonia flowers loom.

Lying on the bed again, Su Ruotang wrapped the quilt and rolled to the inside of the bed with a strong desire to survive.

Mo Yingyan watched the three princesses wrap themselves in silkworm chrysalis, untied their clothes slowly, and looked condescendingly at the three princesses who were ostriche-shaped.

The voice was extremely low and deep: "Madam, throw away the hosta I carved for you with my own hands, and misunderstand me and other women." ”

"Have you figured out how to compensate me?"

Su Ruotang's long eyelashes trembled weakly, and with a pair of innocent black and white eyes, he turned over and stared at him.

"You painted a painting on me that can't be washed off for a month, and it's not compensation?"

secretly complained in my heart:

A dog man without a heart.

In the face of the beauty of the fairy lady, she was able to draw without changing her face......

Is this a human thing?

Thinking of this, her gaze fell on the man's waist and abdomen, meaningful, "Could it be that Your Highness can't do it?" ”

Her expression was clearly written on her face.

Mo Yingyan's fingers paused slightly.

Immediately, his fingertips pressed slightly, and he unhooked the belt of his clothes.

The straps are unfurled.

Broad shoulders and narrow waist, eight-pack abs, mermaid line, instantly exposed.

Su Ruotang's peach blossom eyes widened.

In the next second, she hurriedly covered her eyes, revealing a gap, and said loudly, "Hooligans!" ”

Mo Yingyan stood in the glow of the sky, her figure stretched by the fiery red and magnificent sunset.

Looking at the past from Su Ruotang's point of view, I couldn't see his expression clearly.

The halo blurred his excessively beautiful and magnificent face, and also blurred his clear voice, unable to distinguish emotions.

"Heh, the third princess is used to beating a rake."

When the tail fell, he stretched out his long arms, pinched the corners of the quilt, and shook it slightly hard.

The silkworm chrysalis instantly dispersed, revealing the white and tender 'silkworm' inside.

Su Ruotang was caught off guard, and his onion white fingertips subconsciously grabbed the futon, but the man easily avoided it.

Shame and anger, she pulled the pillow towel over her and covered it in front of her.

His eyes glared at Mo Yingyan: "Have you ever seen a righteous gentleman lift a quilt?" ”

"Only hooligans will lift people's quilts!"

She can bite the weight of righteous gentlemen and rascals.

Looking forward to the bright peach blossom eyes, the water rippled, and the porcelain white eyes were dyed with a touch of red.

Staring at the man's eyes, it seems to have a small hook, seducting people's souls.

Mo Yingyan looked at her indifferently.

Then the long fingers loosened, and the quilt fell to the ground.

Immediately, the curtain fell.

The sunset sprinkled from the crack in the window, falling on the bed, lined with the Xifu begonia on the girl's body, is more delicate and moving.

Su Ruotang's seductive peach blossom eyes are covered with water color, and on the long eyelashes like butterfly wings, the fine crystals are not falling.

Suddenly, it was cold under him.

Her pupils shook suddenly, and her voice was indistinct, "Ink...... Mo Yingyan...... Can't ...... like that."

In response to her, the man's low and dumb voice said, "Madame thinks that her husband is a hooligan, so her husband will do what a hooligan should do." ”