When he said this, he raised his brows slightly, curled his lips with evil intentions, and smiled so hard.
Shengge rolled her cold and arrogant eyes at him.
The face is a good thing!
Hope someone picks it up!
Seeing that Shengge ignored him, Ji Yuting lowered his long eyelashes and pinched his abdominal muscles unwillingly.
Confirm again and again.
The abs are still there, still eight-pack!
Then why...
He was a little aggrieved, "Shengsheng, I'm still as delicious as before! You've been abstinent for a long time, and you don't want to try it?"
The mist rising in the bathtub gave his handsome face a hazy look.
His firm honey-colored skin was stained with bubbles, his long curly eyelashes were wet with water drops, and his deep black eyes were glimmering, staring at Shengge expectantly.
Shengge closed her eyes, didn't look at him, and took a deep breath.
She knew that this thing would become restless as soon as it found an opportunity.
You shouldn't have agreed to help him take a bath! I almost fell into his trap again!
She kept warning herself in her heart.
Ji Yuting is sick! Sick! Sick!
Don’t touch! Don’t eat! Don’t waste!
While she kept taking deep breaths, Ji Yuting was not idle either.
The hands were hidden under the snow-white bubbles and quietly stretched out towards her.
Wander, touch, tease...
Shengge's eyelashes trembled uncontrollably, and her ears turned red under his teasing.
She endured it again and again, until she couldn't bear it anymore!
"Ji Yuting! Your claws are so restless, let me remove them for you!"
She turned around and took the wooden bath brush from the shelf, glaring at him angrily, with a threatening aura all over her body.
...
ten minutes later.
The white mist in the bathroom was thick and hazy, and the atmosphere was a bit unusual.
Shengge put down the wooden bath brush and let out a long breath.
After giving someone a good beating, she became more honest and felt much better!
But Ji Yuting was not so good.
He stared at his hands and carefully helped his red and swollen palms.
Shengge just glanced at his palms coldly and concentrated on rubbing his back.
This was the first time that Shengge did not comfort Ji Yuting immediately after he was beaten.
There was a tightness in his chest and he felt extremely uncomfortable.
The strong unwillingness drove him to half-raise his hands, and with black eyes, he handed his palms to Shengge's eyes with grievance.
Silently accusing.
It hurts!
Shengge had a sullen face, pretending not to understand, and gave him a cold look, "Didn't you suffer enough? Do you want another twenty?"
As soon as she finished speaking, she made a move to get the bath brush.
Ji Yuting immediately retracted his hand, hid it in the water, lowered his head obediently, and remained motionless.
The chest is tortured like a hundred claws scratching the heart.
But now, he has to do it! No! Pass! Her!
Shengge didn't know what he was thinking, but she was relieved to see that he finally stopped fussing.
This thing still pretends to be cute, which is the most pleasing to the eye!
After rubbing her back, she glanced at the shampoo next to her, squeezed a dollop into her hands, rubbed it out, and then spread it on his head.
She was rough and violent, and she ruthlessly rubbed his head without any structure, as if she was rubbing a dog.
Ji Yuting frowned, "Be gentle."
Shengge felt unhappy all over, "Are you still using it? With this strength, I can't wash it even if I want to!"
"Wash, wash, wash..."
Ji Yuting held back his boredom, endured the uncomfortable strength, and allowed herself to be manipulated.