, trying to coax him out like a chicken.
As a result, Oswald did not retreat but advanced, and was already in front of him, holding a steaming towel in one hand, and said with a sneer, "At this time, do you know that I am the emperor again?"
"I'm not used to it—" Before Kevin could say anything dry, Oswald stopped him again.
"During the few days when you were comatose, you didn't miss taking a bath, so why didn't you have any objections? I think you are quite used to being driven by Emperor Lao." Oswald said, picking his chin, and said, relying on his size advantage: " You now have two arms less than your skills, so don’t struggle if you compare your strength, didn’t you just say you couldn’t bear it because you were covered in blood? Can you bear it now?”
Kevin: "..."
He silently rolled his eyes, thinking he was against you, and he was about to kick the emperor out of the house, but the emperor quickly suppressed his movement: "You don't find a chance to hit me every day, don't you feel uncomfortable?"
Oswald said: "Tsk - I just wipe the blood on your back for you, and you can hook the one in front with your claws if you like."
Extraordinary times, extraordinary practices. Although Kevin is not used to being so close to people no matter whether he is a person or a person, after all, the claws are not convenient, and the part behind him really cannot be hooked. So he snorted, put his feet back angrily, and said, "All right."
Once the negotiation reaches an agreement, Kevin will become very straightforward. His claws were quite sharp, and he peeled off the bloody coat in two or three strokes, revealing his thin but not thin upper body.
His shoulders, back, chest and abdomen are covered with beautiful lines of muscles, a thin layer, not stretched, but every point is just right. It seems that it was not deliberately practiced, but condensed in years of actual combat.
Kevin saw Oswald reheat the half-cold towel with lowered eyes, and turned behind him with a sweep of his eyelids.
Despite his mental preparation, he still felt a layer of goosebumps creeping up his neck all the way to his sun xué when the steaming towel and another person's fingers touched his back abruptly.
For some reason, the atmosphere in the room suddenly became very weird.
Kevin, who was frank before, and Oswald, who was sharp-tongued, suddenly had nothing to say.
For a while, there was almost no other sound in the room except for the out-of-sync breathing of the two, and the sound of wet water when the towel touched the body.
The problem with Kevin was two arms, and the blood and flesh stains were basically distributed around the chest, and the waist and abdomen were especially stained.
Because there was no arm to draw on, Oswald's hand had to rest on the junction of Kevin's neck and shoulder, with four fingers hanging on his shoulder bone, and his thumb pressing down on the back of his neck.
The soft texture of the towel rubbed down along the muscles of the shoulders and back, and finally concentrated on the position from the side ribs to the back waist, rubbing the blood there one by one. And the thumb that was pressing on the back of the neck also gently rubbed that piece of skin one after another.
For a moment, Kevin felt very strange. He felt that the sense of touch in his whole body had disappeared, and only the small piece of skin on the back of the neck and the lower back still had sensation. Tell him clearly what the texture of the towel is, and... Oswald's thumb has a thin layer of calluses, which feels rough to the touch.
I don't know why, the towel on the back of the waist suddenly stopped after wiping for a while, but the thumb on the back of the neck slowly rubbed twice...
"It's almost there." Kevin suddenly turned his head and glanced at Oswald. Seeing him stunned for a moment, he simply took the towel from his hand and said, "It's just a little blood that washes so slowly. Come on, it's dawn."
He habitually mocked, and then turned two steps behind Oswald, raised his foot and kicked it lightly, and raised his chin towards the door, "You can go."
Oswald was lightly kicked on the calf by him, and then he realized that he followed Kevin's strength and took two steps forward, glanced back at Kevin, and said lazily: "Throw it away, you You are really welcome, Your Excellency Fassbinder."
Kevin walked over to re-wet the towel, and while quickly wiping the blood on his chest and sides, he raised his eyelids and said, "I've always been like this, you know from the first day?"
Oswald snorted through his nose: "I know you are nothing, but I don't know you are so nothing."
"Get lost." Kevin scolded angrily, and picked up an unknown object from the side, and threw it towards the door like throwing trash. Throwing it didn't even look at whether it hit the back of His Majesty's noble head, so he lowered his head and wiped his body.
When Oswald stepped out the door, Kevin threw something just right