Na Hanjue went ashore and left without looking back. The whole way was filled with the stench of mud. Le Jingyu followed closely, Qing Ge grabbed Xiao Li's hand and followed them away.
after an hour.
Outside the guest room of Le Jing Yu Le's house, he was holding a new suit of clothes in his hand, and his handsome face was twisted into a ball.
He knew that Na Hanjue loved cleanliness the most and even had a slight mysophobia. The things he used must be the best and cleanest. Almost all the things he used when going out were specially made for him. Everything was cleaned for him by a dedicated person.
reason.
When he came to Lejia this time, he actually fell into the extremely dirty and smelly mud. I wonder if he would burn down Lejia after he came out clean?
"Hasn't he come out yet?" Qingge came out of another room.
"Qingge, could you please send these clothes to Jue?" Le Jingyu held the clothes in front of Qingge's eyes as if he had seen a savior.
Qingge hesitated for a moment and nodded, "Okay!"
After all, Na Hanjue fell into the mud to save her.
Qingge took the clothes and pushed the door in. No one was in the bedroom. Qingge put her ear to the bathroom door and listened. There was no sound of water running inside. "Nahanjue, have you finished washing? Le Jingyu asked me to wash it."
You bring in the clothes."
A few seconds later…
"I've finished washing, come in."
"Oh, okay." Qingge thought Nahanjue had already put on her bathrobe, so she opened the door and went in, "When you're done washing..."
The rest of the words got stuck in my throat.
In front of me...what a picture of a beauty bathing!
The naked upper body in the bathtub was illuminated by the glass lamp, exuding a radiant glow like flawless jade. The sparkling eyes were looking at her teasingly with a smile, and her long and strong arms were resting on the edge of the bathtub.
Qingge's head buzzed, "You, you, you... didn't you say you had already washed it?"
"Yes, I have washed it, but I haven't put on my clothes yet!" Na Hanjue curled her lips, and the irritable mood miraculously disappeared in an instant.
"..." Qingge's pretty face turned red. She lowered her eyes to look at her toes and put his clothes on the sofa bed aside in a daze. "I'll leave your clothes first."
"Wait a minute," Na Hanjue's voice was very slow, slowing down Qing Ge's footsteps, "come here and wipe my back."
"I don't want it!" Qing Ge was annoyed.
"You have to," Na Hanjue's voice refused, "because I fell into that mud to save you!"
An irrefutable fact!
Qingge's breathing became stagnant, feeling that the temperature in the bathroom was rising steadily.
She glanced at Na Hanjue, who was tilting his head to look at her. The arc from his chin to his chest was graceful and smooth, and the water flowed all the way down, submerging himself in the little ripples of light.
Qingge swallowed her saliva and took a few steps back with difficulty.
She swore that this was the first time she saw a man taking a shower, but she was really not interested, okay?
"What if I say no?" She backed away, ready to escape at any time.
"Then I will bring you in and wash you together," a certain man raised his eyebrows maliciously, "Do you think you can escape my grasp?"
"..." Between washing with him or giving him a bath, Qing Ge chose the latter very pragmatically.
He slowly walked over and squatted down by the bathtub, but his small hands refused to fall on Na Hanjue despite any words.
"Are you shy?" Na Hanjue hooked her chin and smiled evilly.
