Xiang Yimo gritted his teeth and said, "Believe it or not, wait a moment and I'll pour all your bath water on your head!"
Seeing her angry expression, like an angry frog, instantly cute, Nangong Han was in a good mood, "Why do you talk so much nonsense? You are not old yet, you are like an old woman, nagging endlessly, and you are not happy."
Take off my clothes!"
Does she talk too much? Xiang Yimo’s eyes widened. It seems that someone talks more!
Nangong Han stretched out his legs, stretched out his arms, and made a big gesture in a comfortable manner, as if he were an old man.
"You have a broken arm or a negative IQ. You can't even take off your clothes? Do you want the kids in the kindergarten to teach you?"
"With you here, do I still need to do it myself?"
"What do you think I am? A servant?"
"My personal maid, go and ask around, there are many people vying to do it!"
Xiang Yimo held back a breath, and pulled up the belt of his pajamas, revealing his muscular body. There was no need to tighten it deliberately, and the lines of the muscles were clearly outlined. The bronze skin exuded a soft glow under the bright light.
Color.
Xiang Yimo wrung out the towel in frustration and wiped it on his chest casually twice, as if he was coping with the problem.
Suddenly, Nangong Han held down her hand, "If you can't wipe it clean, just lick it. Anyway, you are good at this!"
Xiang Yimo's cheeks bumped and a bright blush appeared, reminding her of that rainy night when she squatted on the ground and carefully licked the wound on his back.
She was trying to save him, but he actually had the nerve to make fun of her about it.
"What I'm best at is actually biting!" Xiang Yimo grinned, revealing two rows of cute little teeth, "Do you want me to bite it?"
"Indeed, dogs are good at licking and biting!"
He actually called her a dog, and Xiang Yimo was so angry that he was about to explode, "You are a vicious dog that bites every person he sees!"
"I just want to bite you!" As soon as he finished speaking, Nangong Han rushed towards her, leaned over and pressed her down, staring at her closely with his dark eyes, as if a cheetah was studying its prey.
, ordered her sternly, "In the future, you are not allowed to look at other men with that look, do you hear me?"
After working on it for a long time, it turned out that this sultry man was jealous.
"What look?"
"Lovely!"
"When have I ever been affectionate..."
Before she could finish her words, Nangong Han leaned over and grabbed her cold lips, licking her lips slowly, with the tip of his tongue like a harp player, licking her teeth gently, bit by bit.
Tasting her, she is not as rude and impatient as before, but has a little more tenderness, a little tenderness...
Xiang Yimo's whole body was stiff, like a soulless doll. She neither resisted nor made peace. Because she knew clearly that if she resisted, she would only anger the beast and make herself suffer even more.
Therefore, she chose to compromise, temporarily let herself go, leaving her body behind and letting him ravage her!
Her indifferent reaction made Nangong Han gradually let go of her, "What's wrong with you?"
A hint of panic flashed through his empty and unfocused water eyes, but he caught it. Nangong Han's deep gaze narrowed and gradually moved downwards. When he saw the fingerprints on her neck, he darkened his eyes and touched it lightly with his fingertips.
Xiang Yimo trembled slightly in fear, "What do you want to do?"
"Does it still hurt?" Nangong Han lowered his head and gently licked her porcelain neck with the tip of his wet and hot tongue, circling softly, as if this could make the bruise fade away.
Xiang Yimo was the most ticklish person. Now he was kissing and licking her, and his hot breath was spraying on it, which made her itchy unbearably, but she couldn't laugh out loud, so she raised her hands and hugged him.
"Tsk..." Nangong Han frowned, then took a breath of cold air.
Only then did Xiang Yimo realize that her hand had touched the injury on his back, and immediately let go of him.
Nangong Han stood up, his deep eyes as dark as midnight flickering, "From now on, don't challenge my bottom line, and don't provoke me, otherwise, you will be the only one who gets hurt!"
This sounds a bit like an apology? But, does anyone apologize like this? It's just like a threat and warning!
Nangong Han has a hot temper and loses control easily. When he is furious, he cannot even control himself, and often does things that he regrets afterwards. He is like a volcano, usually peaceful, but when he is furious,
When hot magma erupts, it is often the people closest to it that are hurt.
Xiang Yimo glanced over and found that their posture was too awkward. She pushed him shyly, "You can't even wipe yourself!"
Nangong Han turned over and said, "Hurry up!"
Still think she's slow? Who did it?
Crossing one's body is also a dangerous action, and it is easy for the gun to misfire. Xiang Yimo decided to fight quickly and speed up.
"Okay!" She threw the towel into the basin.
"Did you forget something else?" Nangong Han reminded her.
"Forgot something?"
Nangong Han's eyes leisurely moved to his underwear.
Xiang Yimo's face suddenly turned red, "This... this is not within the scope of my service! You can wipe it yourself!"
"You have no conscience, I am a patient!"
"You haven't lost your hands or feet, so why can't you wipe it yourself?"
"If you're not going to wipe it, are you going to lick it?" Nangong Han said jokingly.
Xiang Yimo's face turned even redder. With his eyes closed and his hands trembling, he slowly stretched out his pants...
"Ah!" he screamed when he touched something, and suddenly withdrew his hand.
"Don't be surprised, okay? It's not like you haven't seen or touched it before!"
Now, Xiang Yimo was so embarrassed that she wanted to find a crack in the ground to crawl in. Forget it, he was so generous even if he risked it. She was nothing. Anyway, she was studying sketching at that time and read a lot of nudes in art books.
Xiang Yimo rolled up his sleeves, took off his pants quickly, and wiped him all over, "Now, are you satisfied?"
Nangong Han shook his head.
Xiang Yimo asked helplessly, "What's wrong with you?"
"You have started my fire, and you are responsible for putting it out!"
"Put out the fire, right? I'll get cold water!"
Nangong Han suddenly grabbed her arm, pulled her into his arms with a strong tug, "I don't need any cold water, you are enough!"
"Aren't you afraid that I will frame you and kill you?" Xiang Yimo was still angry about that incident.
"Death under the peonies, it's cool to be a ghost!" Nangong Han said shamelessly.