Song Xuan's body suddenly froze, and his brows furrowed closely.

How can someone take a bath towel when they take a bath?

Song Xuan pondered for a moment, and after less than two seconds of entanglement between pretending to be asleep and obeying orders, the evil spirit in the bathroom spoke up again: "I know you haven't slept yet, don't think about pretending to be asleep for me." ”

Song Xuan: "......"

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He resigned himself to his fate, pulled out a clean bathrobe from the closet, and stood at the door of the bathroom with some hesitation: "I ......" put it at the door?

Before he could finish speaking, the evil spirit snorted, "Send it in." ”

Song Xuan curled his fingers, closed his eyes to get rid of the inappropriate flashes of light and shadow in his mind, and after a while, he opened his eyes and pressed down the doorknob of the bathroom.

The bathroom is steaming hot, and people's vision is somewhat limited.

Song Xuan controlled his gaze and did not drift in the direction of the bathtub, his eyes looked through the hazy mist, trying to find a place where he could put his yukata.

But I heard the evil spirit speak, and there was a hint of laziness and hoarseness in his tone: "Give it to me directly." ”

There was a sudden sound of rushing water in the bathroom, and Song Xuan subconsciously looked at it, and saw that the young evil spirit who was lying in the bathtub suddenly stood up and stretched out his hand towards him as if to take the yukata in his hand.

The jade white that had been glimpsed before flashed into his eyes like this, the black hair was moist and the snow skin was pink, and even the originally pale and colorless lips seemed to be flushed with a trace of moist red from bathing.

The bathroom was foggy, but it was even more eye-catching.

Song Xuan's breath was suddenly suffocated, and his eyelashes drooped to avoid the scenery in front of him, but he found that the evil spirit stepped out of the bathtub with his feet raised, his calf lines were slender and smooth, his white and shiny ankles were not enough to hold Yingying, and the tips of his round toes were full of powder......

Song Xuan closed his eyes suddenly, turned his head and stopped looking, and the yukata in his hand seemed to have become heavier.

There was a chuckle of the evil spirit in his ears: "So innocent? You have what I have, I'm not afraid of being watched by you, what are you hiding? ”

Song Xuan's throat moved lightly, and with a light hand, the yukata had already been picked up.

"What's more......" The voice with a hint of hoarse was muffled, and the tail note stretched out an itchy arc, "It's not like you haven't seen it." ”

Song Xuan's hand hanging by his side tightened suddenly, and the brief glimpse in the bathhouse that day once again appeared uncontrollably in his mind.

He bit the tip of his tongue hard, decided to ignore the demon's malicious teasing, and turned to walk out of the bathroom.

Behind him came the unbridled laughter of evil spirits.

Song Xuan slammed the bathroom door shut, and the bang was so loud that it seemed to be heard in the whole building.

"Go give me a hot glass of milk." The evil spirit unceremoniously ordered, "Forty degrees of hot milk, I want to drink before going to bed." ”

Song Xuan wiped his face, and on his fair face, which had never been quiet, a touch of flush had already surfaced, and the pinna on both sides was even more red and dripping blood, and he didn't know if it was caused by the heat or his mood.

He closed his eyes and silently recited in his heart several times, 'He is an evil spirit, an evil spirit who helps the Song family to do evil', and after so many times, the impetuous mood in his chest was calmed.

Song Xuan's expression sank, and before the evil spirit came out of the bathroom, he turned around and walked out of the room.

*

The footsteps at the door of the bathroom faded away, and Jiang Jin put on a yukata and hummed a small tune in a good mood.

The conversation just now didn't trigger the blocking word, so 233 only triggered the visual mosaic, but the outside sound could still be heard.

It recalled the conversation between the two just now, and Xiao Rou's face was full of doubts: [...... Host, how do I feel like you're molesting the mission target? 】

Jiang Jin: [Oh? Is it? 】

233 The immature children's voice was full of hesitation: [Okay, it seems to be? 】

[No need to see.] Jiang Jin chuckled, "I'm just teasing him. 】

【！！！ 233 was shocked, and then cautiously asked, [But didn't the host say before that there was no need for the 'Love Healing Method'?" 】

[Before was before, now is now.] Jiang Jian sighed, his tone seemed very helpless, [No way, Song Xiaoxuan is so cute, who can bear it? 】

He tugged at the strap around his waist, raised his hand to wipe away the mist on the mirror, and straightened his yukata in front of the mirror.

After a while, Jiang Jin smiled lightly at the delicate young man in the mirror, and his eyebrows and eyes showed a beautiful style: [So I changed my mind. 】

233 held his heart in his chubby hand, and suddenly felt a little worried about Song Xuan.

Can such an innocent mission goal really be withstandable?

Jiang Jin went out with a dry towel and sat on the edge of the bed wiping his long wet hair for a while.

At the same time, Song Xuan had already helped the evil spirit heat up the milk, there was a food thermometer in the kitchen, and the hot milk at forty degrees was not bad for a while.

However, as soon as he turned around, he heard footsteps behind him.

"Yo, I want a glass of milk before going to bed." A familiar voice sounded behind itself, "Are you still an unweaned little brat?" ”

It's Song Siran.

Song Xuan didn't intend to ignore him, he was too familiar with such deliberate provocations, and the more he paid attention to the other party, the more energetic he became.

Song Xuan walked past Song Siran with hot milk, but was grabbed by the other party's arm, and the milk in the cup shook in a thrilling way, almost spilling out of the cup.

"Do you remember who you are?" Song Siran lowered his voice, "Don't get too close to others, adults will be unhappy." ”

Song Xuan: ". ”

Do you know that the other person in your mouth is the evil spirit of your heart?

Obviously, Song Siran didn't know. Song Xuan sneered lightly in his heart, but he didn't intend to tell him about it.

Song Siran seemed to want to say something, his mouth opened and moved slightly, but he was interrupted by another voice.

"Song Xuan?" The door of the single room not far away opened at some point, and the young man poked his head out of the crack in the door with short wet hair, "Ah, Song Siran is also there?" ”

As if he hadn't noticed the tense atmosphere between the two, the young man beckoned to them with a smile and said, "It's not too early, I have to go to the village tomorrow for a field trip, everyone should go to bed early, and it's not too late to say anything tomorrow." ”

Song Siran let go of his hand, turned his back on the young man's gaze, glared at Song Xuan fiercely, and warned him silently.

Song Xuan didn't notice it, and walked straight to the direction of the single room.

The door of the room clicked shut, and Song Xuan handed the hot milk to Jiang Jin.

In the blink of an eye, the young man returned to his youthful appearance, his long hair half-wet and scattered behind him, and the neckline of his yukata was slightly open, revealing his collarbone and small chest glowing with a damp redness.

and that lifelike fish-shaped jade.

Song Xuan's gaze was involuntarily attracted to the jade fish again, and his gaze inevitably touched the pale and the small Adam's apple that the other party slid up and down because of swallowing.

In a moment's effort, the evil spirit had already drunk the milk.

Jiang Jin stuffed the empty cup back into Song Xuan's hand, and the tip of her pink tongue poked out from between her lips, flexibly and quickly rolling away the remaining milk/white on her lips.

Song Xuan's eyelashes trembled slightly, the hand holding the cup tightened, and the green tendons on the back of his hand were faintly revealed.

By the time he had washed the cup and put it away and returned to his room, the demon was already lying on the bed, breathing steadily as if he were asleep.

Song Xuan breathed a sigh of relief imperceptibly, turned off the light, wrapped a thin blanket on the ground and began to sleep.

But this sleep was not comforting, and Song Xuan had a long, redundant and fragmented dream.

The raging sea of fire that took away his parents, the dim and damp little dark house of the orphanage, the hypocritical enthusiasm of Song's father and Song's mother, and the terrifying evil spirit statue in the basement of the Song family......

Many images tossed and swirled, twisted and intertwined, and finally converged into a beautiful, bright and delicate face that people couldn't take their eyes off it, pulling him into the depths of the abyss, his white and slender limbs tightly wrapped around him, and the cold breath puffed into his ears, provoking a hoarse, crazy, but intoxicating chuckle.

Song Xuan woke up from his dream suddenly, his cheeks were red and hot, and a few strands of black hair were wet on his cheeks with sweat.

Before dawn, there was the chirping of birds and the rustling of the wind through the leaves.

Song Xuan was short of breath, and he felt a little strange under him, he glanced down, his face changed several times, and finally wiped his face, got up in silence and walked towards the bathroom.

But I didn't hear an inaudible chuckle from the bed.