Hearing Mi Luo's affirmative answer, Huangfulian smiled happily.
He stood up, walked around the screen, and walked out the door.
Mi Luo watched Huangfulian's figure disappear behind the screen without knowing why.
After a while, I saw him coming back with a basin in his hand.
"Master Huangfu?" Mi Luo looked at Huangfulian in confusion, walked to the bed step by step, put the basin on the stool beside the bed, grabbed the silk towel inside and wrung it out.[
Then, taking the piece of cloth that was still slightly steaming, he sat down by the bed.
"Come, lie down." Huangfulian looked at Mi Luo and said, her voice so soft that it could squeeze water out of her mouth.
"Master Huangfu?" Mi Luo didn't understand what he wanted to do, but he still obediently hugged the quilt and lay down.
The next moment, Huangfulian reached out to lift the quilt covering her body, leaned down, and gently pushed her legs apart...
"Master Huangfu?!" Mi Luo didn't expect that he would suddenly make such a move. She was startled and quickly put her legs together and quickly hid her body under the quilt again.
"Don't worry, I won't hurt you." Huangfulian said, reaching out to pull her quilt again.
Mi Luo hugged the quilt tighter, "Huang, Mr. Huangfu... you... what exactly do you want to do?"
"Does it hurt?" Huangfulian looked at Mi Luo's blushing face, and her eyes gradually turned dark.