The atmosphere in the room suddenly became a little tense. Although during this journey, perhaps because Leng Yanji was relatively happy, she had always been extremely gentle and obedient.
But Shen Lang will never forget how terrifying this witch who can scare away the monk of emptiness at a glance is, especially when she gets angry.
And since the witch said she wouldn't let him go, then...
Shen Lang was silent for a moment, then suddenly drank the cold Yushan green tea on the table, hugged the girl's waist affectionately and said, "My lady has already spoken, what else can I say?"
"You..." Leng Yanji looked at her doubtfully. She couldn't adapt to this sudden change.
"It's getting late, go to bed." Shen Lang picked her up directly and put her on the bed.
"What on earth are you..." Leng Yanji felt that Shen Lang's change was too strange.
Shen Lang interrupted her again and said with a smile: "Let's talk about those unhappy things tomorrow... Oh! By the way, I have really wronged you for letting you eat and sleep with me these days."
This grievance is not in vain, because Shen Lang has always known that Leng Yanji has a mysophobia, and the bad situation of sleeping in the open air is definitely not a wonderful thing for her. But in order to take care of him, a guy who is used to wandering, Leng Yanji
Ji Que never said a word of complaint all the way.
While saying these words, Shen Lang had already taken off Leng Yanji's shoes. Due to the cold weather, the little feet in the socks were really colder than imagined...
Leng Yanji used to use her three-inch white lotus-like feet to push Shen Lang to keep warm, but this time she withdrew her feet and said very embarrassedly: "Don't...it's a little dirty...
It's too cold today and I haven't had time to wash yet..."
It has entered the winter months and the weather is cold and there is less sweating. Even if you don't wash your feet for a day, there won't be any foot smell, but Leng Yanji is very concerned about it, so she feels a little dirty.
After Shen Lang thought for a while, he turned and left.
Leng Yanji didn't understand what he was going to do, because in her eyes, Shen Lang today had always been abnormal.
But just when she was confused, Shen Lang came over with a small wooden basin, which was still steaming with steam. Then, he took off her stockings and put her little feet lightly.
Wash her feet in hot water.
The cold little feet are soaked in hot water, which naturally feels indescribable. If coupled with the considerate massage and the peaceful warmth of Haoran Qi, that kind of comfort is even more indescribable for Leng Yanji.
enjoy.
What's more important is that the person who washes her feet is not an ordinary person, but...
"Hey, you are the descendant of the Emperor of Heaven and Earth, the Junior Master Uncle Qingyun, and the Holy Son of Demonic Dao. Don't you feel ashamed to wash the feet of a little girl like me?" Leng Yanji asked.
"I said, if you call Lao Mo teacher, then you are my junior sister." Shen Lang said, "As an elder brother, there is nothing wrong with taking good care of you."
"Tch, I don't admit that there is a senior brother like you." Leng Yanji said with her little face raised.
Shen Lang thought for a while and said: "Then we have gone to the church to get married, and my husband washes his wife's feet. What's wrong with that?"
"But didn't we agree at the beginning that they were just a fake couple?" Leng Yanji said again: "When did you start taking it seriously?"
Shen Lang replied: "What's true or false? Everything in this world is true and false. That night at the riverside, as a saint, didn't you personally help me make a bowl of fish soup and smoke it on my little face?" Like a little cat."
Leng Yanji stopped talking, but once again thought of what happened that night five days ago.
Strictly speaking, that should be considered the first time to cook, right? After all, when she was in Xianyu Town, she just helped Shen Lang heat up the rice. That simple method cannot be easily classified as cooking.
It was the first time to cook on the riverside, and she was doing something she was not good at in a simple environment. This made Leng Yanji very embarrassed. Her little face was blackened by the smoke, and she was still scratching the fish scales. I almost scratched my hand.
This kind of thing seems to be an embarrassment no matter how you think about it, and there is nothing to remember. But at this moment, Leng Yanji was enjoying Shen Lang's service. When she thought about the incident again, she couldn't help but feel a little sweet. It seemed like I feel that all the embarrassing things that happened on the road have paid off at this moment.
Shen Lang looked up at her smile and the two cute little tiger teeth she showed when she smiled. Once upon a time, he was very taboo about those two little tiger teeth, because he always felt that when Leng Yanji showed such a smile, she would probably They all want to harm him...
But at this moment, he suddenly felt that the little Huya, whom he was originally afraid of, had always been so cute, which made his heart flutter.
"Hey, why are you looking at me like this?" Leng Yanji asked.
"Um..." Shen Lang's face was slightly red. He did not talk about the heart-stirring feeling, nor did he praise her beauty in a glib tone. Instead, he changed the subject and said: "The weather is cold, and the water cools down really quickly. If you want to know more, After soaking for a while, I'll add some hot water."
It's rare for this little bastard Shen Lang to be so considerate. Naturally, Leng Yanji would not be polite to him, so she nodded and said: "It's rare that you are so conscientious, so of course I will add more hot water and soak for a while."
Shen Lang nodded, sat on the small bench, took her little feet out of the basin and placed them lightly on his back, then picked up the kettle and filled the wooden basin with hot water.
The clear water rippled in the small wooden basin. Suddenly, Shen Lang saw many unforgettable scenes in the ripples of the water.
That was the scene where he completed the wedding ceremonies and customs in Xiaoyaoju, and got a good fortune, and countless people rushed to bless him. It was the scene where he ate the full moon fruit with her and then slept together. That was the scene when the woman woke up. Later, she used a red ribbon to tie her hair into her temples. From then on, her body and heart were tied to something, and she vowed not to miss others anymore...
Finally, he thought of flowers blooming, a gentle kiss from an angry horse galloping on the road, and then all the illusions gradually disappeared, and the water in the small wooden basin became calm again.
Shen Lang looked at the calm water waves, thinking about a decision he had already made, and thought to himself: "Herbal tea can be renewed, and hot water can be renewed, so after tomorrow, can fate really be renewed?"
I don’t know how long time has passed. Every time the hot water cools down, it can be refilled. However, the capacity of the small wooden basin is limited after all, just like the capacity of the human heart is limited after all.
So unknowingly, no matter how greedy and cherished Shen Lang was, the water in the wooden basin was still full after all, and he could no longer continue...
"Why are you always in a daze?" After soaking her feet comfortably, Leng Yanji seemed to have forgotten all her previous unhappiness. She looked at Shen Lang with a smile and said, "You have to do the whole thing and dry my feet for me. "
"Oh." Shen Lang responded, gently holding those white and tender feet in his hands and carefully wiping them with extremely gentle movements.
Because the skin of those little feet is so tender, because those little feet look as beautiful as jade, people can't help but hold them in their hands and care for them.
Leng Yanji looked at his stupid look and couldn't help but start to tease him again, so when Shen Lang wasn't paying attention, she suddenly raised her little foot up and directly touched Shen Lang's lips...
Shen Lang suddenly blushed. Because the feet are located at the lowest point of the human body, they are usually regarded as the lowest and most dirty parts of the body. People usually care about face, so the face is regarded as the most noble part of the human body.
Although these cute little feet like white lotuses have been washed for a long time, they can never be described as dirty. But the feeling of having feet close to the face is a bit humiliating...
So Shen Lang said with a dark face: "I'll give you three points of shame, but you still slap your nose and face!"
Seeing Shen Lang's aggrieved look, Leng Yanji became even happier, so she deliberately touched Shen Lang's nose with her delicate toes and giggled, "I just want to push your nose onto your face."
"I've turned against you!" After being made such a fuss, Shen Lang's originally troubled mood instantly dissipated. He put his little feet on the bed and rushed over. It seemed that he planned to take good care of Xiao Nizi.
The two were quarreling and fighting on the bed. I don't know who tickled whom, and I don't know who kicked who with his little feet. They could only hear laughter constantly coming from them.
"Hey! Are you addicted?" Shen Lang smacked his mouth angrily, because when they were messing around, I don't know whether it was intentional or not, but the girl just put her foot directly into his mouth.
.
"Does it smell good?" Leng Yanji asked with a smirk.
"You..." Shen Lang was furious, but he really didn't want to argue with her tonight.
Leng Yanji suddenly threw herself into his arms and kissed his lips gently.
"Did you make a mistake? I just kissed your feet, and you came over to kiss them again. Don't you think it's dirty?" Shen Lang asked.
"Tch, you don't dislike me, why should I dislike you?" Leng Yanji said matter-of-factly.
Shen Lang was speechless for a moment, but he knew very well in his heart that perhaps the so-called intimacy meant all kinds of not being disliked. For example, in front of him, Leng Yanji's so-called mysophobia had completely disappeared...
"Sleep, I'm sleepy." Leng Yanji said this while picking up Shen Lang's coat.
Shen Lang was startled and asked in astonishment: "I'm going to sleep, why are you touching my clothes?"
"Because your clothes are very cold and it's too uncomfortable to hold." Leng Yanji said matter-of-factly. As she said these words, she took off her coat and wore only a very thin underwear.
"Um... But we have never been so close before." Shen Lang was very hesitant, vaguely feeling that this little girl seemed to be up to something evil today...
"Before?" Leng Yanji blinked her big eyes and said with a sly smile: "It didn't snow before, but it snowed today. The weather is colder than before, so I don't want to hold on to the hard clothes."
"This..." Shen Lang was speechless for a moment.
This reason seems to have a little bit of truth, but he still feels that this reason is too nonsense.
He would never believe that Leng Yanji would take off his clothes just to be warmer. If there was no other meaning to this matter, even a man over eighteen years old would not believe it.
.
In the cold night, there was a saint who warmed the bed, and she even seemed to want to have something with him. It would be difficult for any man to refuse this kind of situation. But Shen Lang said in a strange way: "Then...
Um, wash...the water on your feet hasn't been poured yet."
While saying these words, this guy wanted to run away, and even wanted to cool down in the cold wind.
"What kind of footwashing water can you pour? It won't be too late to pour it out tomorrow." Leng Yanji hugged Shen Lang over and pressed him directly into the bed...
The weather was getting a bit cold, so the two of them covered themselves with an extra quilt. But even two thick quilts couldn't withstand the two of them messing around in bed.
The thick quilt undulated on the bed like a tide. Suddenly, Leng Yanji lifted the quilt, revealing her smooth and bright wrist, and threw out the men's and women's clothes...