He quickly comforted you and said, "I'll take you to rinse the water, and then put some medicine on you. It will make you feel better."
Xiahou Huan'er ground her teeth feebly: "If you touch me again and you don't kill me, I will castrate you."
Dongfang Xing suddenly couldn't laugh or cry, and quickly shook his head: "Not today."
Xiahou Huan'er snorted coldly, her diaphragm responded, it hurt, her whole body hurt, especially the places under her body that had suffered.
She hated him, knowing that she was most afraid of pain, yet he still caused her such pain, like an animal.
Dongfang Xing put clean warm water in, asked her to lie on the bathtub, took the bathing utensils, and gently and meticulously helped her bathe, covering her head to toes, not even sparing the most private parts.
Xiahou Huan'er felt like a cooked shrimp.
She lay there motionless, enjoying his gentle service. His fingers massaged her body, relieving the pain in her body. It was so comfortable that she couldn't help but moan.
Under the fingers, the skin was as smooth as silk, with exquisite curves and alluring convexities. The moans of ecstasy kept coming from his ears, which severely challenged Mr. Xing, who had just fallen into lust and couldn't extricate himself.
Then, using superhuman strength, he managed to push down the cock that was holding its head high.
It was not easy. After finally taking a bath, Mr.
A very serious problem was discovered. She only had two sets of underwear, and she changed them and threw them away without washing them.
When Xiahou Huan'er saw that he didn't put on any underwear for her, she put on her pajamas, put her foot on his chest, and glared: "I haven't put on my underwear yet."
Staring at her cold body, Dongfang Xing swallowed a mouthful of saliva hotly, looked away and said, "It's not clean. I'll have it delivered tomorrow morning."
"Damn, it's so uncomfortable not to wear underwear." Xiahou Huan'er responded to him.
Mr. Xing's face tightened: "There is no replacement."
Xiahou Huan'er squinted at him and pouted: "Go and wash."
Dongfang Xing was instantly confused and his face was ashen.
Let him, the majestic corpse king, wash the underwear of a little woman?
Do you still want his majesty, do you still want his image?
Xiahou Huan'er spread her hands, shrugged and said nonchalantly: "Forget it if you don't wash it, then I'll put it on again. I heard that the hymen is broken and it's very easy to get infected by bacteria. Anyway, there will be some gynecological diseases by then.
, that’s my own fault.”
This girl, Dongfang Xing clenched her fists, her face was as sinister as if she wanted to kill someone, the veins on her forehead twitched a few times, finally she released her fists, bent down to pick up the underwear she threw on the ground, and went to her without saying a word.
Walk to the bathroom.
Ha ha……
If you continue to act like this, you will eventually die in my hands.
Looking at his straight and leaving back, Xiahou Huan'er was so happy that she wanted to laugh to the sky. She caught Master Xing's weakness tightly.
Listening to the sound of rustling water coming from the bathroom, she hugged the quilt and fantasized about his expression, which was so sweet that she felt sick to her heart.
A man as aloof and arrogant as him is willing to condescend to others and help her wash her underwear regardless of his image. He may not be a good person, but to a woman, he is definitely a good man worthy of being entrusted to her for the rest of her life.
She was so tired and sleepy, but she had a big question she wanted to ask him, so she held on and waited for him to come out.
