But the big hand on his throat did not tighten. Ming Lanruo was not afraid at all, and held his chin provocatively with her backhand: "What's the matter, Xiaoyanzi, do you like this rough way of eating, do you have a special hobby?"
Homura paused, and the angry fire in her bright black eyes slowly faded away, leaving only an uncertain light.
After a while, he suddenly narrowed his eyes and let go of his hand: "When did you know?"
Ming Lanruo's starry eyes were slightly curved, she tilted her head slightly, her white toes stretched out from the tub, stepped on him, and slowly pressed hard: "You know what."
He raised his hand and held her mischievous white toes, his eyes unpredictable: "You said those words on purpose."
"I don't understand what you're talking about, just don't want to serve me." Ming Lanruo snorted, then suddenly exerted force on her toes and kicked him.
The beautiful young eunuch was kicked back two steps by her.
He stared at Ming Lanruo with half-smiling eyes and narrowed his eyes. He suddenly took off his hairpin without saying a word, began to take off his clothes, untied his belt, kicked off his boots, fingered the Lotus Technique, and suddenly began to exercise his power.
There was only a heart-wrenching "click-click" sound of his bones, and then, his whole body strangely straightened up a lot, and the skin and flesh of his hands and feet actually stretched.
The originally slender figure of a young boy has suddenly grown to the figure of a tall, slender, well-defined adult man.
When Ming Lanruo saw this strange scene again, she couldn't help but open her eyes slightly, her pupils shrank slightly, and she couldn't help but say something in her heart -!
He took out a handkerchief soaked in potion and pressed it slowly on his face, and the beautiful boy's human skin belonging to Homura peeled off again.
Revealing a face with more delicate features than a woman——
He has a pale complexion, a high nose and thin lips, his slanted phoenix eyes are deep and evilly beautiful, the corners of his eyes are dyed a sickly red, and his sharp eyebrows reveal a cold military aura.
That was the face of the 9,000-year-old Governor Cang Qiao who belonged to the Tianming Empire, one person below ten thousand people.
But in a moment, the boy's embarrassment suddenly became overwhelming, and the air was filled with a suffocating feeling.
The red clothes that originally belonged to Homurako were two sizes too small for him, so when he returned to his original body, he had to unbutton his clothes, but this did not prevent him from being very charming in the red clothes.
If Minglan looked at him "transformation completed", she would silently regret irritating him - facing Homurako's young face, she would be very bold.
But Cang Qiao's face and body probably had a psychological shadow on her in the past, and they had an inexplicable intimidating effect.
It's probably like the difference between seeing a newly grown tiger cub and facing an adult beast.
Ming Lanruo slowly took back her jade toes that were originally resting on the bucket.
But the next moment, her toes fell into his palm, and she couldn't pull them back.
"Why, I'm so angry." He pinched her slender, snow-white feet, stood beside her bucket, leaned down, raised her face with his other hand, and stroked her face gently with deep meaning.
Feeling the man's fingers slide down her neck, she turned her eyes away a little uncomfortably, but she snorted coldly: "How dare you? The Lord Governor always does whatever he wants, changing his face and identity to play with people's hearts, and treat others as fools. That's the right thing to do."
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Cang Qiao looked at the cold beauty in the water, suddenly smiled, untied her belt, lifted her long legs, and got into the bucket.
Ming Lanruo was stunned, and turned away suddenly. She couldn't see his body, and her face turned red unconsciously. She covered her chest with a handkerchief, got up and left.
But Cang Qiao raised her hand and pulled her back.
Ming Lanruo's face turned red and she struggled angrily: "What are you doing? Let me go!"
During the struggle, water splashed all over the floor, leaving ambiguous traces.
"Everyone has their own little secrets and hobbies, not to mention that I am required for official duties, so it is my duty to disguise myself." Cang Qiao accurately and lazily suppressed all her resistance.
He whispered in her ear teasingly: "It's the same for you, isn't it?"
Minglan Ruodu is a smart person, she knows what he is talking about——
She had secrets that she was hiding from him, and he wasn't going to pursue them until she was willing to tell them.
"As for playing with people's hearts, I have this hobby, but when it comes to you..." He chuckled, his breath cold, completely different from his burning body.
He raised her chin, lowered his head, and kissed her softly and passionately on her slender, white collarbone: "I like...you more."
