Volume 1, Chapter 13 of Sparrow's Ambition. This bathtub... is so white!

The moment he saw the "picture of beauty bathing" in the wing, Han Feng felt a buzz in his head, and the blood and energy in his body surged uncontrollably.

The angle from which I stand at this moment, through the water surface of the bathtub and the gaps between the petals, I can even see some indescribable scenery outlines...

Finally, two lines of hot blood flowed down from his nostrils.

At this moment, Han Feng's brain, which had almost stopped, finally resumed operation. The moment he woke up, he had a premonition of a cold "murderous intention"!

"not good!"

Han Feng knew that a disaster was imminent, so he forced himself to smile calmly and chatted to the beautiful woman in the bathtub in a normal manner.

"Hey...sister, good morning. It's so early in the morning. Are you still taking a bath?"

After saying that, he quietly lifted up the waistband of his trousers. Han Feng pretended that nothing had happened, turned around and walked down the steps.

One step, two steps, three steps...

He was about to step down the steps, with hope of escape.

"Bang...!"

In the side room, a sound of explosion on the water surface was heard. The next moment, Han Feng only felt a strong wind coming from behind him. Before he could turn around, he was suddenly hit by a thunder blow on his buttocks!

Han Feng once again deeply realized the existence of "geographic attraction". His whole body rose in a parabola, flew directly out of the small courtyard, and landed heavily among the flowers outside the courtyard.

"boom……!"

In the west chamber, the door was closed heavily, and Chu Han's bone-chilling voice came from inside.

"If you dare to step into the west wing again, I will break your legs!"

"Well……"

Han Feng fell in the flower bed and let out a sad groan.

This time he felt that he was very innocent. For three silver coins early in the morning, he almost showed his sincerity to "visit the thatched cottage three times".

Unexpectedly, the money was not borrowed and he was treated inhumanely again.

Who would have thought that this woman would be taking a bath in the room so early in the morning, rubbing her still hot buttocks, and Han Feng stood up with a grin on his face.

Chu Hanxin's kick was really not light. If Han Feng hadn't already reached the third level of martial arts, and his muscles and membranes had been tempered, it would have been possible for him to crawl back with this kick, and he wouldn't be able to get out of bed in a few days to recuperate.

Standing up with difficulty, Han Feng fastened his belt again and glanced resentfully into the west wing. Now that something like this happened, his plan to borrow money was probably ruined, so he had to think of another way.

Staggering towards his room, Han Feng couldn't help but recall the scene he just saw outside the west wing and sighed.

"Tsk tsk...that bathtub is so white!"

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