Su Ruotang buried her body in the warm water, and her tender white fingertips tremblingly landed on the crabapple in her lower abdomen, and rubbed it vigorously.
Her skin was extremely tender and blushed instantly.
Begonia is still gorgeous, blooming even more brilliantly on the crimson skin.
The ultimate white and red outline a gorgeous picture of Begonia.
Begonia flowers that are soaked in water seem to be more delicate and beautiful.
Su Ruotang slapped the water with her small hand and closed her eyes in resignation.
Sure enough, it can't be washed off.
As soon as my eyes closed, a man's clear and indifferent voice seemed to be heard in my ears, and what he was saying was exactly the bohemian poem:
"Lv Jiao faintly swept her eyebrows, her red and voluptuous face was lightly made up."
It was as if these poems describing Begonia were to be engraved into her bones and blood, along with the colors, stroke by stroke.
Su Ruotang pursed her red lips and slowly buried her head in the water.
In a daze, she felt as if she was surrounded by dense banyan trees.
Pieces of banyan leaves accompanied by crabapple flowers fell on her thin and tender skin.
It brings about a burning sensation that cannot be ignored.
Su Ruotang opened his eyes suddenly.
What comes into view is the man's clear and elegant face.
In my ears, there was the sound of rushing water.
Mo Ronyan hooked the girl's slender waist and gently rubbed the crabapple around her waist with his fingertips.
The clear voice was tainted with a hint of hoarseness, "Madam, do you want to drown yourself?"
Su Ruotang's skin on her waist is extremely sensitive.
She almost used all her strength to sit firmly against the edge of the tub.
"You...you go out..."
The bathtub in the inn is huge, more than enough for two people.
However, Su Ruotang felt that the space was inexplicably narrow, and a strong sense of crisis emerged in her heart.
Mo Ronyan's fingertips soaked in warm water suddenly pressed on the sensitive spot on her waist.
Su Ruotang softened instantly and slowly slid down the edge of the tub.
If the man hadn't hooked her, she would have slipped into the tub.
She opened her mouth slightly and pushed the man weakly, "Get out... get out..."
Mo Ronyan's fingers, as moist as mutton-fat white jade, slid up and down her back, and his voice was low and hoarse, "Do you really want to go out?"
After saying that, he slightly let go of his hand.
Su Ruotang's body fell instantly.
Her pupils shrank sharply, and she subconsciously hooked the man's neck, exclaiming, "Don't..."
Seeing that the water had reached her delicate chin, Mo Ronyan hugged her again, his Adam's apple rolled, and he laughed softly, "Do you want me to go out?"
Su Ruotang bit her lower lip and turned her head away from him.
Dog man.
Erha will take a detour when he sees it - he is worse than a dog!
Mo Ronyan stood up holding her in his arms.
The bright sunset poured in from the window and fell on the man.
The man's eyebrows were as green as green mountains, and he stood up slowly, with water drops rolling down.
The noble prince, soaked in the fragrance of ink and literature, was instantly tainted with the desires of the worldly world.
The girl he was holding in his arms had her soaked white dress hanging casually on her body.
Between the chest and abdomen, the delicate begonia flowers are looming.
Lying on the bed again, Su Ruotang wrapped herself in the quilt and rolled to the inside of the bed with a strong desire to survive.
Mo Ronyan watched the third prince's concubine wrap herself up into a silkworm chrysalis, untie her clothes slowly and leisurely, and look down at the third prince's concubine in the shape of an ostrich.
His voice was very low and deep: "Madam, you threw away the hosta I carved for you and misunderstood me and other women."
"Have you figured out how to make it up to me?"
Su Ruotang's long eyelashes trembled with guilt, and with a pair of innocent black and white eyes, she turned over and stared at him.
"You painted on me for a month and couldn't wash it off. Isn't that considered compensation?"
Secretly complaining:
A heartless dog man.
Facing the beauty of the Fairy Lady, he was able to paint without changing his expression...
Is this something humans do?
Thinking of this, her eyes fell on the man's waist and abdomen, and she said meaningfully, "Is it possible that His Highness is dying?"
Her expression was clearly written on her face.
Mo Ronyan's fingers picking up the hem of his clothes paused slightly.
Immediately, he used a little force with his fingertips to open the belt.
The belt unravels.
Broad shoulders, narrow waist, eight-pack abs, mermaid line, instantly exposed.
Su Ruotang's peach blossom eyes suddenly widened.
The next second, she quickly covered her eyes, exposed a gap, and said loudly, "Rogue!"
Mo Ronyan stood under the glow of the sky, his figure elongated by the red and magnificent sunset.
Looking from Su Ruotang's perspective, he couldn't see his expression clearly.
The halo blurred his overly beautiful and magnificent face, and also blurred his clear voice, making it impossible to distinguish his emotions.
"Oh, the third prince's concubine is used to beating her up."
When the last note fell, he stretched out his long arm, pinched the corner of the quilt, and shook it slightly hard twice.
The silkworm chrysalis spread out instantly, revealing the white and tender 'silkworm' inside.
Su Ruotang was caught off guard, and her green-white fingertips subconsciously grabbed the quilt, but the man easily avoided it.
She pulled the pillow cover in front of her in shame and anger.
He glared at Mo Ronyan angrily: "Have you ever seen any decent man lift someone's quilt?"
"Only a gangster would lift someone's quilt!"
She can bite both gentlemen and scoundrels hard.
The gleaming peach blossom eyes were rippling with water, and the ends of the porcelain white eyes were dyed with a blush.
The eyes glaring at the man seemed to have little hooks, seducing people's hearts.
Mo Ronyan looked down at her with an indifferent expression.
Then he let go of his long fingers and the quilt fell to the ground.
Immediately, the bed curtain fell.
The setting sun spilled through the cracks in the window and fell on the bed, making the girl's begonia even more beautiful and charming.
Su Ruotang has a pair of charming peach blossom eyes, covered with water color, and the long eyelashes like butterfly wings are covered with fine crystals.
Suddenly, I felt a chill all over my body.
Her pupils suddenly shook, and her voice was blurry, "Mo... Mo Ronyan... can't be like this..."
What responded to her was the man's low, hoarse voice, "Madam thinks her husband is a gangster, so he will do what a gangster should do."
