Tomb in the Dragon: Carry out the oppression to the end [1]
Di Lin sneered: "Does it sound like a person knocking his forehead against the coffin?"
Su Mian was stunned for a moment, "Coffin? Zongzi?"
Di Lin hugged his chest and said: "Now I know why the coffin is made of wood. []" It turns out that the sound of wood is much better than that of jade. 2c is also quite rhythmic.
Do you think the sound of rice dumplings hitting the coffin is music? Su Mianshui, who quickly understood Di Lin's meaning, trembled and wanted to go out to take a look. Unexpectedly, Di Lin blocked him and said calmly, "Don't worry, rest first, we are still close."
Stay far away."
Su Mianshu took a breath. Since Di Lin said it was okay, it must be okay. She sat up and used her fingers as a comb to comb her tangled hair. She felt like taking a shower again.
Di Lin looked at her, looked at it, and with a flash of blue light from his finger, a bucket of water came out, and then a little more, and the hot water bubbled up. "Wash."
Su Mian looked at Di Lin. He had turned around and looked the same as last time. Was he going to go out and wait?
In view of how happy he was when he took a bath last time, Su Mian happily put his clothes down without hesitation and ran to the back to take a bath.
Di Lin stood at the door for a while, and then walked in after hearing the sound of water inside.
Su Mian, who was lowering his head, didn't realize that there was an extra pair of eyes next to him. It wasn't until he wiped his face and was about to reach for the towel that he was startled, "You, how did you get in?"
"You are my slave, can't I look at you?" Di Lin crossed his arms, like a human trafficker, looking at her from beginning to end with critical eyes, and after a long time he said: "Except for your skin, you are really worthless."
Su Mingshu grabbed the bath towel and quickly wrapped his upper body, "You, you - get out."
Di Lin looked at her skin that was flushed all over because of shyness, and somehow wanted to touch it.
He has always been a man of action. Once he thinks of something, he does it without hesitation.
Su Ming looked at the hand getting closer and closer in horror, not even having the courage to scream.
Di Lin put his hands on her shoulders, then slowly slid down her back and stopped on her butt.
Goosebumps all over Su Ming's body.
The water was still flowing, washing her lower body, but the temperature of the water could not dispel the chill in her heart.
Oh my God, what on earth is he going to do?
Di Lin's fingers suddenly pressed.
Su Mingmo's ass sunk and then bounced up.
"The elasticity is good." Di Lin discovered another advantage besides her skin.
Su Mian almost cried when he was touched. Oh wow, it turns out that bathing and everything else are all a lie.
Di Lin retracted his hand, crossed his arms across his chest, took two steps back, nuzzled his chin at her and said, "Wash."
With him staring like this, how could he ask her to wash it?
Su Mian pressed the bath towel tightly with both hands and stared at him with big eyes.
Di Lin raised his eyebrows impatiently, "You still haven't washed it yet?"
"Can you go out while I'm washing?" Su Mian asked tremblingly, fearing that his tone was too fierce and might accidentally anger him and make him do something extreme.
Di Lin said: "It's not like I haven't seen it before, I have to let myself get used to it slowly."
"…Adapt to what?"
"All your terrible flaws."
If it's too horrible to look at, don't see it.
Su Ming had to admit that his words still caused a considerable blow to her.
"Am I really that bad?"
Di Lin started to clinch his fingers, "I'm too short."