"Why, do you think I'm arty?" Cang Qiao sat casually on the sofa, and the little eunuch immediately came up to take off his boots and socks and put on soft shoes.
The little eunuch said flatteringly: "Qiantose Master is famous for his photographic memory. The books here are changed every year!"
She glanced at Cang Qiao and coughed lightly: "You are really well-read and outstanding."
Being able to sit at the top of Dongchang, one person below ten thousand people, is different from ordinary people.
But the next moment, Ming Lanruo suddenly remembered the clothes he had given her, and even the size of the bellyband and panties were all accurate to every inch of her body.
Minglan Ruonen's face flushed - he was using his photographic memory on her.
But Cang Qiao helped the little eunuch stand up and walked to the back room, saying calmly: "Photographic memory is not a good thing. You can't forget the good or the bad even if you want to."
When Ming Lanruo saw this, she sighed in her heart, yes, the brain will forget painful things, which is actually a protective mechanism of the body.
But Cang Qiao's talent allows him to remember all the pain fresh, which is partly the reason for his soul-leaving syndrome.
She followed Cang Qiao to the back room and found that it was a spacious bathroom. Hetian Baiyu built a bathtub that could accommodate seven or eight people. There was a whole piece of expensive Western mercury floor-to-ceiling mirrors beside the bathtub.
Ming Lanruo looked at the golden sea turtle gauze floating around, even though she was born into a noble family, she couldn't help but sigh.
"What are you doing? Why don't you help us undress?" A quiet voice suddenly sounded behind my ears.
Ming Lanruo was startled, turned around and ran into a broad embrace. The red gold embroidery thread on his Feiyu suit rubbed the tip of her nose, causing it itchiness and slight pain.
She blushed uncomfortably, when did he come up behind her.
Looking around, I realized that the two little eunuchs who were originally serving Cang Qiao had disappeared at some point after preparing essential oils, fragrant leaves and other things for bathing.
She and he were the only ones left in the huge bathroom.
She put down the medicine box and told herself bravely that she would serve her son as herself!
Then, she bravely put her arms around his chest and untied the jade belt around his waist.
As if taking the initiative to hug his waist, Cang Qiao looked down at her eyes with a mysterious and deep look.
Ming Lanruo felt that under his gloomy gaze, she could no longer use her hands and feet, so she tried her best to use her stiff fingers to unbuckle his clothes. After a while, she unbuttoned all the buttons for him and put him into submission.
The front of the bag is open.
She didn't know how to wait for others, and a corner of her shirt was torn out, making it a bit messy, revealing the texture of his fair chest.
Ming Lanruo touched the skin on his chest, and her fingertips felt like they were being burned. She subconsciously wanted to cover his shirt back, but the next moment, his entire slender hand suddenly grasped her wrist.
"Are you a fool? Are you going to undress our family and cover them up for what?" His cold and hoarse voice sounded in her ears.
Ming Lanruo tensed up, took a breath, and said calmly: "Yeah, okay."
As she said that, she wanted to withdraw her hand, but Cang Qiao chuckled and put her hand on her gold hat with black gauze: "Take off your hat first."
Ming Lanruo had no choice but to look up, carefully and diligently unbuttoned his hat, and helped him take off his black gauze hat.
His long hair was tied on the top of his head, and the fixed hairband was somehow hooked. The long black and shiny hair fell down like water, spreading messily and ambiguously on her cheeks and chest.
He was already tall, so when she lowered her head, Ming Lanruo felt that the gorgeous fragrance of ashes in his hair was enveloping her whole body in his boundless shadow, as if she could not escape her whole life.
She instinctively wanted to take a step back and avoid this confusing and oppressive atmosphere.
But the next moment, he suddenly stretched out his hand to clasp her slender waist and pulled her close to her body roughly, but his voice was so gentle and cold: "Where do you want to run to?"
Ming Lanruo's slender body suddenly pressed against his hot body, and she instinctively stretched out her hands to support his chest. Under her hands were his delicate but explosive chest muscles.
His warm hand, and the touch of his hot and slightly sweaty skin made her face turn red instantly. She gritted her teeth and said, "It's too close, I... can't... no."
I'll help you take off your clothes."
Cang Qiao lowered her eyes and narrowed her sinister eyes as she looked at the girl in front of her who was trying her best to act well-behaved.
Gee, you are really suspiciously well-behaved today.
