The fishing beauty scum died and escaped after finishing Xianzun

Chapter 26 The Shadow at the Bedside

Covering the man's eyes with wet hands, from time to time, water droplets slipped down Rongpu's hand onto Xue Huai's skirt, the snow-white robe was wet and stuck to Xue Huai's neck, and the man's lean chest was faintly visible .

The long eyelashes under the palm of his hand trembled violently, Xue Huai's thin lips were tightly pursed, and he remained silent.

Rong Huo got closer to Xue Huai's ear, and his naked body also leaned forward slightly. He touched Xue Huai lightly, and Rong Huo continued to whisper in Xue Huai's ear: "Master, did you just steal?" Did you see me?"

After he finished speaking, he raised his hand and lightly grabbed the hair band on his head, pulled it slightly, and the black hair suddenly spread out, draped behind his shoulders, and the thick black hair tail fell into the water and floated on the water.

Rong Huo slowly moved away the hand covering Xue Huai's eyes, seeing the person with eyes closed neatly, the corner of Rong Huo's mouth curved into a smile, and wrapped a red hair band around Xue Huai's eyes.

"Okay." Rong Huo raised his hand to touch the hair tie, felt Xue Huai's eyelids tremble, and laughed softly, "Master, the hair tie is covered like this, you can't take it off to peek."

From the time Xue Huai was covered by Rong Huo just now, he seemed to be a little stunned, his body stiffened and let the young man move. At this time, he still couldn't recover from the young man's voice, and froze in place.

Dressed in white for many years, his indifferent face was now stained with color. Xue Huai slowly raised his hand to touch the soft hairband on his face, and paused with his fingertips.

A faint fragrance wafted through the air, a smell that could often be smelled on the young man. Xue Huai slightly turned his face, although his eyes were blindfolded, but his eyes seemed to be accurately falling on the young man's face.

Rong Huo looked at Xue Huai with a pair of misty peach blossom eyes, stared at the man quietly for a moment, stretched out his slender fingers and tapped Xue Huai's chest lightly.

The voice was lazy: "Punish Master to wipe my back for me."

The water mist in the room suddenly became scorching hot, Rong Huo leaned lightly on the wooden barrel, his whole body was flushed red by the water mist, like a water demon, lazily soaking in the water.

"Master, hurry up, I can't wash it myself." Rong Huo took the face towel from the side and put it into Xue Huai's hands, urging softly.

"En." The man who had been silent for a long time nodded, his slender fingers tightly grasped the soft facecloth, and slowly stretched out to the smooth and delicate bare back of the young man.

The soft face towel lightly rubbed against the young man's shoulder blades with an unbelievably light force, as if wiping a fragile treasure carefully, slowly and gently.

"It's itchy." Rong Huo ducked to the side, his brows and eyes curved, "Master, use some force, it's too light, it makes me itchy..."

The hand on the young man's back suddenly stopped, and it took a long time to hear Xue Huai answer in a low voice, the voice was hoarse, and then he increased his strength.

"Ah!" Rong Huo turned around, picked up water and poured it on Xue Huai, stared at Xue Huai dissatisfiedly, and said angrily, "It hurts, master, don't be so hard, be gentle."

Xue Huai who was splashed all over his body was stunned in place, his eyes were blindfolded by the red headband, but his gaze seemed to be able to penetrate through the headband, and if there was any substance, it fell on the young man.

"Master, did you hear that?" The young man's face was full of anger, he turned his head slightly to look behind his shoulder, and saw a red mark on his shoulder, hanging brightly on it.

He raised his hand and snatched the face towel from Xue Huai's hand, and pouted his mouth aggrievedly: "It's all red, I don't want Master to wipe it off, I will do it myself."

"Master, let's go back." Rong Huo pushed Xue Huai's chest with his hand, then turned around, turning his face and denying anyone.

Wiping himself self-sufficiently, completely ignoring Xue Huai behind him, after a while, a warm breath approached his ear, and a man's cold voice came from his ear.

Almost humbly said: "Master is wrong, give me another chance, I will definitely not hurt you."

Rong Huo paused, turned his face slightly to look at Xue Huai who was very serious on his face, and raised his eyebrows. He didn't expect Xue Huai to apologize to him.

After studying Xue Huai's face with great interest, he said softly: "Well then, master, don't use too much force."

He casually put the face towel into Xue Huai's hands, raised his hand against the edge of the barrel, bent down slightly, revealing a large smooth back, and said: "Master, be gentle..."

His slender hands held the face towel and wiped it back and forth on his back. Unlike the previous two times, this time the strength was moderate, and Rong Jue let out a humming sound comfortably and comfortably.

The voice was very small and weak, and it sounded in the house filled with mist.

The face scarf wandering on his back suddenly lost control and slid towards the boy's chest. Sensing the warm touch on his chest, Rong Huo widened his eyes slightly and held down the man's hand.

"Master, don't touch it! I can come here by myself!"

Rong Huo's long and slender hand covered the back of Xue Huai's hand, pulled it away, looked down, and found that there was already a circle of red, standing tremblingly in the water.

Rong Huo snatched the face scarf from Xue Huai's hand and covered it on his chest to relieve the slight tingling pain, then turned his head and glared at Xue Huai.

"Who asked Master to wipe this place!"

The fingers that stopped in mid-air froze, Xue Huai lowered his head, and paused for a while with his face facing Rong Zhuo, then turned his head to avoid Rong Zhuo's gaze, and said in a deep voice after a long time: "I didn't mean it."

"Hiding for what?" Rong Huo turned Xue Huai's face back, his dark eyes were patrolling Xue Huai's face, "Is Master playing tricks on me?"

"Could it be that Master can see me?" Rong Huo leaned in front of Xue Huai's eyes, and gently tapped Xue Huai's eyebrows.

"..." Xue Huai seemed to be frozen, silent, and the air seemed to be condensed. For a while, only the sound of water droplets could be heard in the room.

"Master really lied to me..."

Rong Huo suddenly tore off the hair tie, and pushed Xue Huai's chest: "Why does Master always bully me?"

"It was the same in the past. How could anyone catch someone and kiss them like this, even gnawing and biting, and now they pretend not to see and tease me." Rong Huo looked down at the water and complained in a low voice.

Xue Huai's heart was suffocated, and he raised his hand to Rong Huo's shoulder. As soon as Fang touched the delicate and smooth skin, it was no longer touching through the face scarf, and Xue Huai's palm trembled suddenly.

Depressed: "I'm not bullying you."

"What else can it be if it's not bullying? Could it be that Master likes me?" Rong Huo broke Xue Huai's hand on his shoulder and said softly.

Xue Huai was startled, staring at Rong Huo steadfastly, a trace of struggle flashed in the depths of his eyes, upon closer inspection, there was some sternness mixed in, his thin lips pursed, and then he looked away: "Of course I don't like it. "

"Oh..." Rong Huo looked at Xue Huai with a half-smile, and responded lightly, and stood up from the water. The sound of rushing water was heard, and Rong Huo stepped out of the barrel.

Xue Huai's eyes drooped slightly, his face was expressionless and he didn't know what he was thinking. When Rong Huo walked past Xue Huai slowly, he glanced at him casually, picked up his clothes and put them on by himself.

"Master, your clothes are all wet, don't come..."

Before the words were finished, hurried footsteps sounded, Rong Huo looked up, and saw Xue Huai's white hem disappearing outside the door.

His eyes flickered slightly, and Ronghuo thoughtfully picked up the hair tie on the side of the barrel, and turned it around in his hand, a faint laugh sounded in the room.

It was cold at night, Rong Huo wrapped his coat tightly, walked back to his room slowly, his body felt extremely refreshed after soaking in the bath, Rong Huo tucked his body into the soft quilt, and slowly closed his eyes.

Half-dream and half-awake, he suddenly felt a person standing in front of the bed, his ears moved, catching the person's faint breath, Rong Zuo woke up suddenly, controlled his body to lie quietly and motionless.

The visitor seemed to have a high level of cultivation, and his aura was well hidden. If his ears were not naturally sensitive, he might not be able to detect the abnormality. Rong Yao relaxed his body and pretended to be asleep.

The person's breath came closer and closer, and the warm breath breathed on his face, Rong Huo was startled suddenly.

this breath...

Before he could recover, the tip of the visitor's nose had already touched the side of his face, and his hot breath was on his lips, as if he was close at hand.

Not only that, but there was a sudden cool feeling on his neck, and he could feel the slender fingers resting on his neck and slowly tightening it.