Chapter 35 The king is itchy 1
"Wait, wait first..."

No matter what Ye Qizhu yelled, Hua Qi just didn't look back.

Looking at the garden gate, Ye Qizhu could only sigh, and turned his gaze to the direction of the bathroom.

Did she eat too much all of a sudden, why is she panicking inexplicably?
The bathroom at the end of the corridor is an independent small building.

Walking on tiptoe under the eaves of the corridor, Ye Qizhu was going to put down her clothes and run, but as soon as she reached the door, she heard Bei Jue's voice.

"Enter."

Ye Qizhu clenched his palms, and had no choice but to slowly push open the half-hidden door.

As soon as she entered, a dense layer of mist floated around the facing screen, and the already clear silk fabric became even thinner after being soaked in water mist. She could vaguely see a huge bathtub, and the clothes leaning against the bathtub. people.

Hurrying to put the change of clothes on the hanger, Ye Qizhu lowered his head and stepped back, impatiently said: "I won't disturb the lord taking a bath, please leave."

However, the moment she turned around, she heard that cold voice quietly asking, "Are you full?"

Ye Qizhu was stunned for a while, and then said slowly, "I'm full."

"Serve me to take a bath."

Ok?
Ye Qizhu suddenly raised her head to look at Bei Jue who was separated by the screen, she couldn't close her mouth in shock.

He fed himself so much strength, just to give him a bath?

Pursing her lips, Ye Qizhu didn't move, but muttered angrily: "Don't you have hands?"

Bei Jue was still indifferent: "I can't reach it."

Ye Qizhu looked distressed, and stirred her fingers, but she could only walk in with her head down.

The hot and humid mist floated in mid-air, and the nostrils itched when it was inhaled. Ye Qizhu kept his head down and stared at his toes without looking at the road, and accidentally bumped into the bathtub.

With a "bang", her knees hurt a bit, she gritted her teeth, but she still didn't dare to raise her head, and took two quick steps away.

In the corner of the eye, on Bei Jue's arm resting on the edge of the tub, drops of crystal water condensed.

Taking a deep breath, Ye Qizhu unavoidably quickened her pace, walked quickly behind him, turned her head, and stretched out her hand: "Towel."

"You are the king's servant, and you want the king to fetch things for you?"

Ye Qizhu gritted her teeth, she had to curl her outstretched hand back, and carefully touched along the edge of the bathtub.

She vaguely remembered that the towel was on his arm.

However, her outstretched hand didn't touch it a few times, and suddenly touched a very elastic thing, and she squeezed it subconsciously.

"Is it fun?" Bei Jue said quietly.

Ye Qizhu glanced sideways, she was pinching Bei Jue's arm in her hands, her strong muscles glowed orange in the dim light of the candle.

His cheeks burned quickly, Ye Qizhu looked at the towel hanging on his arm and pulled it over, quickly twisted his face back, and rubbed Bei Jue's exposed half of his back vigorously and quickly.

Feeling Ye Qizhu's gnashing of teeth, Bei Jue frowned: "You hate me?"

Ye Qizhu's hand paused: "Don't dare."

Bei Jue looked sideways: "Then be gentle."

Ye Qizhu lowered her eyes, she rubbed Bei Jue's back red.

Slowing down her movements, Ye Qizhu's eyes looked around, the air humidity in the bathroom was getting higher and higher, and her clothes and hair were slowly soaking.

At this moment, the half-covered door was suddenly blown open by a gust of wind...

(End of this chapter)

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