The Anarchic Consort

Under the morning sun, a man in white, sitting on a wooden chair and seeing Murong Wang, closed the book in his hand and slowly stood up. The light was faint: "Wang, I haven't seen it for a long time."

"The son is sitting fast!" Murong Wang met the man, very polite, and even a little mean knees: "Also ask the son to guide the maze, what should the king do next?"

The man smiled and was faint. If he said it, it would be enough to let the air around him cool down: "I heard that the emperor is going to die, why not replace him?"

Dropping this sentence, the man walked into the drizzle of the rain, standing tall and straight, perfect.

Wang Xiaoli’s little sister couldn’t help but look at his eyes, but he didn’t know what his grandfather had said.

Only that day, Murong Wang maintained his previous position in the study room and sat in a fragrant time.

After the rain, the sky is bright.

After Helen Weiwei came back, he slept in bed and had already promised to bathe the three halls. He forgot that he did not know which corner.

Someone came in, and the first reaction of Helen Weiwei was Qingzhan.

Qing Zhan is definitely coming in to serve her.

In front of Qing Zhan, she did not have a good time to avoid.

So lazy and stretched out, got up and bypassed the screen, but waited to see the people standing outside.

Helen Weiwei was sluggish...

Why is a high school early in the morning appearing in her?

Doesn't he usually have to sleep until noon?

Helen Weiwei reacted to his lower body and only wore a pair of trousers, looked down at himself, and quickly withdrew to the screen: "You, wait a minute..." while you are not clear, just pull a piece Long sleep pants.

"Well?" Barry Gregory stepped in and walked in, his eyes deep, with other unspeakable tastes.

Helen Weiwei put on his trousers, and seeing the face of Bai Lijiajue is not so special, like it is even colder than usual, Liu Mei picked and picked: "You came over so early, is it something to find me?"

The Baili Jiajue glanced at her and his tone was not cold: "You forgot."

"What?" Helen Weiwei always felt that every time he talked to a certain priest, his scalp was tight. He said that he forgot to lock himself back?

The Barry Gregory slowly lifted his injured hand.

Helen Weiwei remembered this. She seemed to agree to bathe some of her temple yesterday.

But... Is this not the morning?

The Baili Jiajue looked at He Lian Weiwei's look, and the sound quality was indifferent with a special evil lazy: "You really forgot to bathe for me."

"Isn't it a bath at night?" Helen Weiwei raised an eyebrow.

Barry Greg reminds her: "You didn't fulfill your promise last night."

"I was too busy yesterday, go to the hot water now."

No way, if you don't wash a certain temple, you will have to wait for the perverted way to punish your expression, so that Helen Weiwei can't stand it.

Not to mention the fact that she promised.

In addition, a certain sentence in the temple will make people feel guilty.

Therefore, Helian Weiwei did not want to be too unwilling, while lazy yawning, while holding a wooden spoon to sip water, the corner of his mouth with a light smile.

Barry Gregard took an ancient book on her bookshelf, holding her chin with one hand, sitting at the window, looking at her eyes casually, full of her head or Herren Weiwei’s long legs and thin white appearance, just This is not the case, but her upper body is still wearing a slightly loose white blouse, the red marks on the neck are unobstructed, the clothes are half-covered, revealing a slender neck... I just want people... ...

Hey.

A loud sound, the man's hand is a hard-working, old-fashioned ancient book missing a corner.

The Bai Lijiajue showed nothing like nothing. He licked his robes, but the light was deep, and he took the opportunity to move.

When Helen Weiwei poured water into the tub, he felt that the back had a hot feeling.

When I turned around, I saw that the Bailijiajue was sideways, elegantly and indifferently dissolving the collar, and the robe was faded. It was the good figure that made God look at him.

Helen Weiwei didn't look much. He turned his head and sprinkled the petals into the barrel. He thought that people who bathed three times a day would definitely have a certain pursuit of water quality.

Who knows, as soon as the Baili Jiajue came in, the space behind the screen seemed to be narrow and closed, as if things were not seen.

Helen Weiwei subconsciously moved to the back, took a white towel, and turned his face to the side: "The water temperature is just right, you can soak it in."

The heat filled the room, and Helian Weiwei’s face was calm.

The playfulness of the Baili Jiajue, the ordinary woman, encountered this situation, she must have a red face.

This little thing, with a little suffocation.

People who don't know, she thought she was skilled.

Bai Lijiajue smiled and laughed, hooked thin lips, long legs into the barrel, lazy midnight, only wearing a wide-sleeved Jinbai robes, half open and lean and seductive chest, three Thousands of inks scattered in the back, a pair of ancient indifferent scorpions, giving a faint glory, as if to suppress all the beautiful colors, beautiful and can not be square.

For such a beautiful man to bathe, Helian Weiwei did not feel at all suffering, but also felt very pleasant, whistling in his mouth, rubbing the towel with the towel back and forth.

There is nothing embarrassing about it happening.

It is only when Helen Weiwei puts his hand into the bathtub every time, he will be a little careful to avoid encountering something that is not touched.

The more you smile, the more you play, the more you have a bit of evil.

"Okay." Helen Weiwei took back his hand and smiled shallowly: "Be careful not to touch the water in your left hand."

Answer!

The water droplets that were too late to dry, when she spoke, dripped on her white blouse, the cloth became a little transparent, and I could see the red apron inside.

The mouth of Bai Lijia was stunned and looked at her chest without disguise. The voice became a bit low and hoarse: "Are you sure?"

"Well?" Helen Weiwei looked at his long, jade figure, washed his shoulders, washed his arms, and washed his back. It should be no problem.

The Bailijiajue glanced at her, as if he was somewhat careless: "Before the legs, below the abdomen, you don't even touch it."

Retreat above, below the waist...

Helian Weiwei looked at him in the same way, his face suddenly burned up, very hot, even though her temper was cold and sullen, and met a man like Bai Lijiajue, also...

She didn't understand, how did one of the temples say that part can also be said in an indifferent tone.

It seems that she does not wash him there, she is irresponsible.

Baili Jiajue looked at the rare blush on her face and leaned down. The sinful face was closer, smelling the faint aroma of her body, and touching the soft hair on the nose. The voice is as low as a whisper: "How can you not talk?"