"Leng Xiao, I'm cold." Qiu Mo's lips were blue and purple from the cold, and her originally fair and rosy face was also a striking blue color.
Leng Xiao felt extremely distressed, knowing that her body and bones would not be able to withstand this kind of torture, let alone her, even her own rigid physique could not bear it.
He held her in his arms, not wanting to get the sheets wet, otherwise she would be uncomfortable if he lay on them.
He took off her wet clothes one by one. When she got to her underwear, Qiu Mo blushed and covered it with her little hands, and whispered: "I... will do it myself."
"You are my wife. I haven't seen any part of your body." He pulled her hand away and stripped her clean three times.
Qiu Mo felt a chill on her body, but the blood vessels under her skin felt very hot. She pushed her head into his arms, not wanting him to see her shy look at this time.
Leng Xiao hugged her tightly and had to admit that a certain part of his body had already changed, because the body in his arms was too soft. The skin was like gelatin, with a sheen like fine porcelain, and the fingers
Put it on top and there will be a deep vortex when you pick it up, and it has excellent elasticity.
He tried hard not to keep his eyes on her, carried her to the bathroom, and turned on the hot water valve.
When the warm water fell on her body, Qiu Mo squeezed closer into his arms comfortably.
Leng Xiao held her in his arms and sat in the large bathtub, letting her put her hands around his neck, while he took a towel and wiped her body carefully.
I don't know whether it was the effect of the water flow or his magical fingers. Qiu Mo's skin, which was still purple just now, gradually turned rosy, and was replaced by a pinkish color all over her body.
She had never been in such close contact with him, being held by him and him bathing her.
She suddenly remembered that Ye Hen was holding her and wiping her like this, and a complex and panicky emotion suddenly came over her heart. She didn't know if Leng Xiao minded, because her body had been seen and touched by other men.
Pass.
Feeling the slight discomfort of the person in his arms, Leng Xiao tried his best to suppress the heat in his body, stroked her hair and asked, "Where do you feel uncomfortable?"
Qiu Mo shook his head, "I'm tired."
"Bear a little longer, the washing will be finished soon." Leng Xiao turned her body over and wiped her back. She seemed to shrink in resistance, and her body seemed to be trembling slightly.
Leng Xiao frowned, thinking she was cold, but when he saw the tattoo on her back, his eyes suddenly tightened.
A tattoo of an ice sculpture slowly emerged, appearing particularly eye-catching on the white jade-like back.
He knew that ice sculptures were Ye Hen's favorite animal. He once said to him: "Ice sculptures are very cruel. In order to regenerate, they will peck out their own hair and let them grow back. This process is bloody."
, but the results are dazzling.”
Seeing an ice sculpture is like seeing a leaf mark. Somewhere in your heart will be unconsciously repulsive and angry.
Feeling that Leng Xiao's hand had not moved, Qiu Mo guessed that it might be because he saw the tattoo. She didn't know what to say. She couldn't change the past. She only believed that the future could erase it all.
Leng Xiao's big hand clenched the bath towel in his hand, and green veins and leaf marks popped out on it. This thorn on his chest, as long as he didn't pull it out, he would not be able to go smoothly.
But even though he hated him so much, in the battle with Habi that day, he still blocked three of Habi's shots at a dangerous moment. What kind of mentality did he have at that time? It was because he promised Qiu Mo not to let him go.
Has she lost her only relative, or is it the knot in her heart?
Not wanting Qiu Mo to think that he cared very much, Leng Xiao immediately resumed his movements, wiped her body, and brought a dry towel to dry her inch by inch. However, he was wearing wet clothes from beginning to end and didn't care at all.
Live yourself.
After he put Qiu Mo on the bed, wrapped her in cotton wool, and found some medicine to feed her, he got into the bathroom and cleaned himself. The rainwater was not actually dirty, but it was extremely uncomfortable to stick to his body.
He took a happy bath and threw his wet clothes there casually. There was no change of clothes, so he had to wrap a bath towel around him.
When he came out from the shower, Qiu Mo had already fallen asleep. There seemed to be a satisfied smile on her sleeping face. The light fell gently on it, making the delicate skin look dizzy and beautiful.
Fluorescence.
The pair of long beautiful eyelashes are like two butterflies flapping their wings, and the light is the tulle covered by the butterflies, dancing gracefully.
Leng Xiao's eyes instantly became gentle, and his slender fingertips stopped at the center of her eyebrows, lightly passing over the high bridge of her nose and slightly pouty red lips.
Being able to quietly appreciate this sleeping beauty-like beauty, he felt that he could let go of all the ties in his heart and enjoy the beautiful scenery in front of him with her, and have a good time in his dream.
After standing for a while, he gently opened her quilt and got in with his tall body.
Because his body was still a little cold, he did not touch her right away. Instead, he allowed her body temperature to gradually warm up before he carefully hugged her into his arms. His movements were so light and cautious, for fear of waking her up.
She smelled the familiar fragrance on his body, pursed her lips, and pressed her face against his broad chest.
On such a heavy rainy night, her breath sprayed hotly in front of his face, and her naked body was pressed tightly against his naked body. Such an intimate position made his male desire almost uncontrollable.
But he had to force himself not to think about it, and his hands were a little numb from not moving for a long time.
Can't sleep, can't sleep.
Leng Xiao opened his eyes like deep pools and rested his chin on Qiu Mo's warm neck, feeling her quiet breathing like a kitten.
A flash of lightning flashed outside the window, and rumbles of thunder were heard in the distance. At that moment, the light shone through the curtains into the small room. The person in his arms seemed to squeak in fear, and crawled into his arms again.
Drill.
"Momo, don't be afraid." Leng Xiao hugged her tighter, and their bodies were almost airtight together. His hands gently patted her thin shoulders and whispered in her ears.
comforting: "I'm here, don't be afraid."
As if hearing this soft voice like the spring breeze, the person in his arms relaxed his slightly frowning eyebrows and fell asleep quietly again.
Leng Xiao sighed inaudibly. She slept soundly, but it made him miserable.
With the warm and fragrant nephrite in my arms, I cannot move or eat, I can only salivate at the scent.
He couldn't even remember how long he had been abstinent. If he continued like this, he could go to Mount Wutai to become a monk.
The more she thought about it, the hotter her body became. The hotter she thought about it, the more she thought about it, but she was still squirming limply.
Leng Xiao thought, he was going crazy, he was going crazy.