Mesmerizing Ghost Doctor

Feng Jiuyi glanced at his proud look and grinned: "Not so good."

"Oh? Is it? Maybe, if you are close to you, you will see more clearly." He glanced and leaned forward to prepare.

Feng Jiuyi saw his face change slightly, and quickly raised his hand and shouted: "Stop and stop! You don't have to come over, you are very good, your weight is good, it's very good, OK?"

Who are these people coming from? Isn’t it like playing tricks? Does he still have to face?

The Lord has not passed, and in his opinion, she will be his woman, so she is not in a hurry at this time, lest she should be scared, but it will not be worth the candle.

"Come and wipe the back of this gentleman." He kneels on the edge, leaving only one back to her.

Seeing this, Feng Jiu glimmered lightly and thought about it. He said, "I want to help you wipe the back in the past. However, you have to keep this position and you can't look back."

"Ok."

He is lazy, and his lips are slightly hooked. This little woman, I still do not know her identity has long been recognized by him.

Feng Jiu, after he had responded, he went to his side and came to him. There was a trace of complexity in her eyes.

She was just a pharmacist who he had caught, but he actually gave her the back without any precaution. I really don’t know where his trust came from. If you change it to someone with a bad heart, if he Leave the back to others, and you may be killed in the hands of others in minutes.

"What about towels? Do you have a belt?" she asked, and saw his hand stretched out and a white towel was handed over.

After taking the towel, she had a little help to rub his back, even she felt a little incredible, she actually with a man red fruit in the hot springs, but also help him rub back? It’s just something that I didn’t dare to imagine before.

"Heavier."

His voice was a little hoarse, without him. Just because she was too light, she tickles and makes a sinister fire in his body.

Feng Jiu naturally heard the low and hoarseness of his voice. She glanced at him and snorted in the bottom of her heart. The strength was aggravated. She thought about using the silver needle hidden in the hair to stun him and then leave. However, thinking of his inexplicable trust, she did not go to this hand.

After a long while, her hand was sour, but a man was comfortable and squatting halfway down. She stopped and said, "I said, Lord, you should have enough to enjoy it? I The hand can be sour, and the skin is soaked."

"Well, you can go back first." He said lazily, squinting.

Hearing the words, seeing him squinting and squinting, she just retreated to the place where she put the clothes, put the clothes in the water and put them on.

The lord looked at her back and went to dress, and then emerged from the water, dressed in wet clothes, got up and went out, and frowned at her eyebrows: "Would you walk back in this wet coat?"

The clothes were tightly attached to her body by the wetness, and her exquisite figure was outlined. Although she was holding a tulle in front of her, she was half covered, but the looming style made him look at the body. There is a lot of heat.

What's more, this way back to the dark guards in the dark? Wouldn't it all make people look at it?

"What is the relationship between wearing wet clothes and going back? I have to change my house."

She did not care to say that the pace of her feet did not stop to go out, but in the next moment, the body was stiff.