The charming restlessness overflowed from every pore, and the steaming heat made the whole room moist.

Ou Ou felt like he had become a fish in the deep sea again. This time he was a fish that was about to drown.

"..."

Ouou dreamed of grandma again.

Summer is always so long and sultry, and the wind blown out by grandma's cattail leaf fan is slow and leisurely, with short intervals regularly appearing. Although it is only a few seconds, she can't stand it and complains that it is not cool enough.

There seemed to be a gentle laughter ringing in her ears.

Ouou opened his eyes.

All the candles in the room were extinguished at some point, and the two windows and a floor-to-ceiling window were opened. The chirping of insects and crickets seemed to be automatic surround speakers, blown in by the wind on a rainy night.

In addition, there was a gust of wind - Ou Ou, who was lying sideways facing the floor-to-ceiling window, turned his head back. You could vaguely see him leaning on the head of the bed, his nightgown already on his body, holding a few pieces of paper as a fan.

, fanning her.

When he saw her waking up, he lowered his head, pulled up the quilt that had fallen off her body as she turned her head, and asked, "Is it still hot?"

Ouou stretched out his feet from the ice silk quilt: "You know I'm hot, why do you cover me?"

As soon as she spoke, she immediately felt that the tonsils that were still inflamed made her whole throat more painful.

She subconsciously reached out to poke her throat, but he stopped her: "Get up and drink some water. Huh?"

The way he usually spoke was to her liking, but now his rustling voice, which still contained a bit of emotion, was even more to her liking. It was hard for her not to recall that not long ago, he used a more rustic expression to compare with her.

With a little timbre, he said: "Little Ou, relax."

And other more intimate whispers. Stirring broken and unspeakable longings.

"What kind of water should you drink?" Ouou raised an arm and placed it on his chest, feeling his heartbeat, and raised his lips, "Brother's saliva?"

She wanted to kiss him again.

She thought she had fully experienced his kiss before, but tonight she had a new experience.

So, perhaps to be more accurate, she didn't just want to kiss him again.

He smiled after hearing this and brought her the thermos cup prepared by the bedside.

Ou Ou sat up on his knees. He also helped her put on her nightgown. She suspected that he wanted to heat her to death.

It's just that besides the heat, what's more occupying her mind now is the feeling of a foreign body. Now she has become a woman in every aspect. A woman worthy of the name is no longer a girl, and he can no longer place the title of "little girl" on her.

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The liquid in the thermos cup was warm and the temperature was just right. When it touched her mouth, Ou Ou found that it was stewed snow pear with rock sugar again, but it tasted different from the one cooked by her nanny before. She didn't even need to ask if he cooked it.

, but asked directly: "When did you cook it?"

After they came back together tonight, had he been to the kitchen...?

"When you take a shower." He gave her the answer.

Ou Ou suddenly understood and joked: "This rock sugar stewed pear is not the same as wine, does it have other magical effects?"

He smiled, and gently helped her push away the hair that was stuck to her skin with sweat, reminding her: "It's going to get cold."

Ou Ou drank all the snow pears stewed with rock sugar, not only to make her inflamed tonsils feel better, but also because she was really thirsty. After all, she had been expelling water from her body tonight in the form of sweating.

There are also forms of...

After drinking, while he was putting the thermos cup back on the bedside table, Ouou hugged his shoulders, leaned against his ear and asked softly: "Isn't it wonderful to be with Doi, an eighteen-year-old super beautiful girl who is invincible in the universe?"

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He smiled, put his hands on her waist, kissed the fine sweat on the tip of her nose, and asked: "Go and wash up?"

The wine that had been poured on her body had not yet been washed off. Although she had been kissed almost all over her body, and she had sweated so much just now. But the mixed stickiness was definitely uncomfortable.

Ouou said: "Together."

He got out of bed first and then picked her up.

After entering the bathroom, he spread a layer of towels on the sink and asked her to sit on it first while he went to get another candle and light it.

The light in the bathroom is not as good as that in the bedroom, so it is impossible to light a candle. Besides, Ouou also wants to see him clearly.

The carousel on the candlestick soon showed its dreamy shadow on the wall.

Ouou pinched his face to confirm that he was real.

He glanced sideways at her because of her actions.

She swayed her bare feet in the air, pointed to the bathtub and said, "Let's take a bath."

This bathtub here is really beautiful.

It was made of vintage copper and floor-standing. If it weren't for the fact that there was no faucet on the balcony, she would have wanted him to move the bathtub outside. Anyway, no one near the old bungalow could see them taking a bath on the balcony in the middle of the night.

He didn't object, simply flushed the bathtub with the shower head, and then started to fill it with water.

Ouou squeezed a lot of shower gel into it, and bubbles quickly formed in the bathtub.

She stretched out her arms towards him.

He picked her up from the sink again, took her into the bathtub, and sat down together.

In fact, she sat on his lap, facing him.

The water quickly soaked her nightgown and his nightgown, making them stick to their respective skins even more than before when they were sweating.

His palm gently rubbed her arm twice: "Will it be cold?"

Due to the power outage, there was no hot water and only cold water for bathing.

However, the cold water here is not very cold, it is at room temperature, and Ouou can adapt to it when taking a bath before.

At this moment, Ouou wrapped his arms around his neck and smiled: "Hold me tight, I won't be cold anymore."

He didn't wear glasses, and he still hasn't put them on since he threw them on the bedside table.

Ouou prefers him without glasses, because she can see him more clearly when he doesn't wear glasses.

When you see his eyes, they will be two points less gentle than usual and two points more sharp.

I saw that his pupils were even darker and deeper.

Especially not long ago, I could see the dark lust in his eyes, his desire for her clearly.

His hands wet with water held her cheeks coolly, and lightly scratched her contours with his fingertips.

"It's better not to soak in cold water for too long," he said.

"Then, please let me warm up again." He was already hot. After sitting in the bathtub and sitting on his lap, she felt it more clearly. Ouou's hand soaked in water reached out to his forehead.
Chapter completed!