"Ah autumn, autumn, autumn, autumn." Shui Miaomiao sneezed repeatedly, rubbed her nose, and muttered in a low voice, "Who is thinking about themselves?"
"It's still windy at night." Wen Renxian had finished washing at some point, and a thin cloak was gently draped over Shui Miaomiao's shoulders.
"Master." Shui Miaomiao called back.
There was still water dripping from the end of his hair, and there was a heat coming from the water around him. It seemed that Wen Renxian should have washed up in a hurry, knowing that Shui Miaomiao was outside.
Shui Miaomiao was standing outside, wanting to say something but not knowing what to say.
It seemed that everything was as usual, Wen Renxian still looked gentle and put on the cloak for Shui Miaomiao.
According to Le Rongrong's arrangement today, Wen Renxian was very happy that she played the role of Sanshui. The bad guys had many thoughts along the way and they were all ungrateful, but what Wen Renxian cared about was the person who came from a tall building, so that The human's instinctively horrifying sight flashed by without any trace.
He can make his hair stand on end, but he is not a simple person. If it were someone else, he might just kneel on the ground.
The look in his eyes did not have murderous intent, but there was an indifferent coldness as if he were looking down at the ants. How big would the ants be if he kicked them off? So there is no need to kill.
Wen Renxian once again felt wise for his decision.
He didn't want Shui Miaomiao to flaunt the name of Sanshui at the Ancient Immortal Sect's Zuowang Peak, but he also didn't want Sanshui to be humiliated and embarrassed.
Why doesn't Shui Miaomiao want to tell herself what she is doing?
I'm afraid I still don't believe it enough.
A flash of loneliness, in the night, silver light lingering on the right eye, long hair hanging down, water drops dripping, looking very fragile in the quiet night.
"It's nothing, it's late at night, go back to sleep." Wen Renxian put away his thoughts and retracted his hand.
Shui Miaomiao nodded slightly, but made no move.
The night was dark, and the rouged lips were particularly bright.
Wen Renxian probably didn't know that the makeup and powder on his face should be removed with something, so he just washed it with water.
Opening a small silver box, with a handkerchief wrapped around her fingertips, she dipped in the makeup remover and rubbed it on Wen Renxian's lips.
The surprise in "you"'s eyes is beyond words.
Taking a step back, Wen Renxian thought he had taken a step back, but in fact he stood still and did not move at all. The movements on his lips were light,
But Shui Miaomiao didn't pay attention and took back her hand. The handkerchief was stained with a touch of red, and the lips of the Wenrenxian seemed to be more colorful.
What kind of rouge did Leng Ningchi use to be so tenacious?
He shook his finger in front of Wen Renxian, indicating that she was just removing makeup.
Wen Renxian closed his mouth, but Shui Miaomiao's fingertips pressed his lips again.
Shui Miaomiao was very focused and careful, not missing even the slightest bit on her lips.
His Adam's apple was moving up and down, and his hands were clenched into fists behind his back. You have to know how hard he restrained himself from grabbing Shui Miaomiao's wrist.
It will disturb all this.
Maybe he should have taken the handkerchief and came by himself, but Shui Miaomiao's hands were very cold. Through the handkerchief, he could still clearly feel that it was as cold as the night.
It was what Wen Renxian needed. He had not yet fully recovered. He had regained his momentum today, and his blood was surging uneasily. The cold touch was like a drop of water in the desert, trying to swallow it up.
The red color slowly faded away, revealing the bloodless lips.
His fingers rested lightly on the corners of Wen Renxian's mouth.
No wonder Leng Ningchi wanted to wear rouge. Shui Miaomiao regretted taking it off. The color was not good-looking at all and made people feel distressed.
"Are you ready?" The voice was hoarse.
"Yeah, ah, okay." Shui Miaomiao took back her hand, the handkerchief was balled up, and she stuffed it into her sleeves in a panic. Her lowered gaze fell on Wen Renxian's still dripping hair.
Knowing that it was him who was wandering outside the house, Wenrenxian was in a hurry and never paid attention to it. Things like this could be evaporated directly with spiritual power.
However, Shui Miaomiao grabbed Wen Renxian's sleeve and said, "Can I wipe Master's head?"
Wen Renxian's lips were beautiful, but the dull color really didn't match them. Shui Miaomiao didn't want Wen Renxian to use her spiritual power.
She wanted to do something within her power, such as wiping her hair or something.
In fact, if everyone has someone to wait for them, time is not urgent. Spiritual power drying is rarely done. It evaporates in an instant, and a large amount of spiritual power will damage the hair quality.
Wen Renxian didn't know how he agreed. Shui Miaomiao looked into his eyes, which were as bright as stars, as if she was wiping his hair with expectation and happiness.
Shui Miaomiao pulled off the cloth hanging on the screen, looked back at Wen Renxian, and sat on the couch. Wen Renxian was sitting upright, how could he feel that he was going to preach and receive his karma.
Why is Miaomiao staring at herself? Isn't that wrong?
Wen Renxian was in a panic and couldn't grasp the rules. Today's events have exceeded his bottom line. He never thought that one day he would wear women's clothes, put on hairpins, and put on rouge.
Nor did he expect that a hand would still be rubbing his lips.
Shui Miaomiao lowered her head, hiding the corners of her mouth that kept rising. Wen Renxian was so fresh and handsome that he was a benevolent gentleman and would never let himself be embarrassed.
I don’t know how entangled I am in my heart when I try to shield myself from temptation.
There won't be a next time.
Shui Miaomiao thought to herself, if Le Rongrong wants to advertise with her next time, she won't be able to refuse, and she won't.
This is not respecting teachers at all, not to mention that if others find out about this, they will not worry about others. No one would think of it.
Tuo Yanjun is the only one. If he knew this, his crazy character would not be exposed to heaven, but would be used to make fun of people and immortals every day.
This must not be the case anymore.
Shui Miaomiao was determined to pay attention.
Wen Renxian didn't know that, in fact, he was not entangled at all. After thinking about the dangers Sanshui might encounter, Wen Renxian paid attention almost instantly. It was related to Shui Miaomiao, and Wen Renxian never hesitated.
She climbed onto the couch, knelt behind Wen Renxian, holding the cloth, and Shui Miaomiao cherished it every inch. She was grateful that Leng Ningchi didn't put any oil on her hair when she pulled up her hair, otherwise she would have to wash it again for Wen Renxian.
Wen Renxian suddenly wanted his hair to dry slowly. It was not like he had never been served before. Xianyan Xianzun even wiped his hair personally, but it was different.
The emotion shown is more of a debt.
As for Shui Miaomiao, her movements were not gentle, and she had a lot of hair under her belt, but she felt like she was being held in someone's hands and treated as a treasure.
Cherish, cherish, care, cherish and pity, these are things Wen Renxian has never felt before.
Xixi Chengxian Lingjun, in the eyes of others, is lost and crazy.
Shui Miaomiao didn't care about this. She thought about all the things Wen Renxian had done for him and expressed her kindness, apology and affection wholeheartedly.
Wen Renxian felt like he couldn't sit still. A tingling sensation spread from his hair to his whole body. He couldn't help but want to lean on Shui Miaomiao. He wanted to try what it would feel like if he leaned on Shui Miaomiao's arms. .
But everything is just reverie in the end. Wen Renxian is sitting upright and motionless, as if he is in concentration.
Shui Miaomiao looked serious, and the cloth was covered with gentle spiritual power.
For a period of time, it needed someone to take care of it, and that's what Sijun and the others did. If their spiritual power was gentle and gentle enough, it could serve the purpose of ironing and lining their hair and also maintain it.
But the control of spiritual power is very demanding.
This was Shui Miaomiao's first time, but he was surprisingly familiar with it. As long as he ignored it and used his spiritual power, the painful nerves would be healed.
If Xian Yanxian Zun saw the method of controlling spiritual power, he would be happy and sighing at the same time.
Shui Miaomiao's body seemed to be born to cultivate immortality, but she didn't want to.
Is this a joke from God when this body that is blessed with extraordinary talents is paired with such a unique and unconventional soul? It’s obviously not matching!
The right time, the right place, and the right people, some people would give up their breakthrough just to protect a bead.
If Shui Miaomiao had followed that voice in the Yanhai Forest, she would have been the youngest person in the world of gods and demons to reach the realm of transformation. There was no one before, and there would be no one in the future.
She will be looked up to forever, and there is no possibility of climbing the mountain. Breaking through the lightning disaster, and doing some tricks, she can wash away some unexpected and extremely unnecessary things.
That voice was just one move away from doing whatever he wanted.
Shui Miaomiao cares more about feelings. Don't forget that this is why she came here. If she had been indifferent at that time, the Mermaid tears belonging to Jian Chu would have been broken.
Later, when I checked, there was only a tiny crack, which made Shui Miaomiao feel distressed for a long time. I always felt that it was not a good thing...
