"Why aren't you sleeping yet?" An Yi asked in a low voice, wiping his half-dried hair intuitively.
"I just remembered that I haven't showered in three days!" Feng Qingchen said slowly.
An Yi suddenly raised his eyes and stared at Feng Qingchen fiercely: "If you want me to boil water for you, no way! It's getting late, I want to go to bed, I won't serve you anymore!"
Feng Qingchen smiled slowly: "My injury is healed, just wash it with cold water!"
After Feng Qingchen finished speaking, he stood up and walked out wearing only his white shirt.
An Yi was startled. April is still as cold as spring. If you take a cold bath and get cold...
An Yi thought for a moment, sighed, stood up helplessly, and chased him to the kitchen. He wanted to tell him that there was still some hot water in the pot, but he heard the sound of splashing water coming from inside.
Somehow, An Yi swallowed hard, pressed her whole face against the door, put her eyes close to the crack of the door, and looked in.
There was a bit of chaos everywhere in the kitchen, but An Yi could only see the figure of the snow-white pear blossom.
Crystal water drops slipped from his long hair. The man turned slightly sideways, and the right curve of his profile outlined a bright and sexy look. He stood in the bathtub, and the transparent water drops trembled slightly from his white and sexy collarbone. , then slowly dripped down, across the tight and smooth jade-colored skin, followed the smooth and powerful waistline, and slowly fell into the bathtub...
An Yi's eyes widened and his face became extremely hot. When he was confused and confused, he suddenly met a pair of gleaming phoenix eyes.
There was clearly a hint of pride and intention in those eyes.
Anyi quickly turned around, ran back to the room with a whoosh, closed the door, ran to bed without taking a breath, and then pretended to be nonchalant and tried her best to adjust her breathing.
Feng Qingchen came in with a cool lotus-like aura all over her body. She looked at the woman wrapped in quilt with her back to him, and the corners of her lips curled up.
Pulling up her quilt and lying outside, Feng Qingchen blinked.
It seems that he has not been in such a good mood since entering the palace!
After entering the court, he even forgot what it felt like to smile, but recently, he smiled more and more!
Feng Qingchen turned sideways and stared at An Yi's back. He could clearly hear her troubled breathing. He wanted to see how long she could survive!
An Yi closed her eyes hard, feeling the heart-piercing gaze of the man behind her. She tried her best to calm down. It was not her fault that she had been single for twenty-five years, but she could not be selective. This man had a good skin, but his personality was really disappointing. It's off-putting, no, no!
An Yi recited the Heart Sutra silently for several times but it didn't work, and went through the scene in her mind of how Feng Qingchen spent her money on her, and finally calmed down and fell asleep. When she fell asleep, she even turned over and kicked the quilt, and by the way, she turned over and kicked the quilt. One foot rested on Feng Qingchen's body.
Feng Qingchen waited eagerly for a long time, and what he was waiting for was this end. He frowned in disgust, and was about to lift An Yi's legs away, but seeing her frowning and nervous expression in her dream, for some reason, he stretched out his hand He reached out with his fingers and gently smoothed her frown, her eyes filled with tenderness that she had never seen before.
It doesn’t matter if you forget what happened before, or you can just be an ordinary village woman!
Anyi dreamed of the man in the dream again, but this time his back was turned to her, his back was melted, and his white clothes seemed to be covered with a thin layer of frost, cold and decisive.
An Yi really wanted to see the man's appearance clearly. She stepped forward step by step, and the man finally slowly turned around...
