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The bathtub is made of white jade, with red petals floating on the water, and the curls of water vapor have covered the entire bathroom.
Two tall figures could be seen in the mist, one dressed in bright yellow and the other in pitch black.
One kneel, one stand.
The one in black has a respectful and submissive posture, like a big cat that is sincerely obedient to its master. There is still a glimpse of great power in a submissive body.
The man in bright yellow clothes stood leisurely, with a tall and slim figure, a handsome face, and a pair of smiling and affectionate phoenix eyes, with a joke hidden in his eyes.
Her perfectly rosy thin lips parted slightly, teasingly: "You don't have to be so polite. Now, change my clothes for me."
Without calling me again, Cong Sheng activated 'I', which was to tell his secret guards, 'My dear, this is the emperor's order.'
A complicated meaning flashed in An Xiao's eyes with his head hanging down, and his red earlobes fell into Cong Sheng's smiling eyes.
An Xiao stood up and looked at the monarch in front of him.
The curls of water vapor moistened his monarch's eyelashes, and even the pair of phoenix eyes that were affectionate even without smiling were dyed with the beauty of the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River, gentle and affectionate.
Looking at those eyes, An Xiao felt his cheeks starting to get hot.
But his monarch was still looking at him silently, with his arms stretched out, his chin slightly raised, and his eyes half lowered, showing a submissive attitude.
The Lord of the World was standing in front of him so meekly at this time, as if to imply that he could 'do whatever he wanted'.
An Xiao knew that this was just his fantasy, and no one could be disrespectful or disrespectful to his monarch.
He had such an illusion only because his heart could no longer simply regard the person in front of him as an emperor who was aloof and could not be blasphemed.
'If only he were not a king, he could...'
An Xiao was startled by the thought that suddenly flashed through his mind. How could he have such a rebellious thought? !
Isn't his existence to maintain the throne of his king and the long-term peace of the country? He is a sword, an eye, and a shield to his king.
Sweep away all unstable people and things for him. The point of the king's sword is the direction of their actions.
He can't think about other things, as long as the person in front of him can give him a split eye. A person like him is not worthy of such a noble and handsome person from Tsinghua University.
Those little thoughts shouldn't be something a person in the shadows like him can think about...
Pursing his lips, An Xiao suppressed all thoughts in his heart and concentrated on unbuttoning the buttons in front of him.
But the man's breath was right next to his ears, the familiar ambergris could be clearly smelled at the end of his nose, and his warm body was under his fingertips.
All of this is troubling An Xiao's nerves all the time. Even if he is doing a dangerous task, his heart will not beat a few more beats and his breathing will remain steady as usual.
But now, in this silent room, 'dong-dong-dong-', a certain sound is louder than the next, and a certain kind of beat is faster than the next.
An Xiao held his breath in fear, fearing that the person in front of him would blame him. This was the first time that he was so close to his king, within reach.
An Xiao knew that such an opportunity was elusive. Perhaps he only had this chance in his life to be so close to his king. It was enough for him to reminisce about it for the rest of his life until he closed his eyes.
One piece, two pieces, three pieces...
The hands that kill people like chopping melons and vegetables are trembling at this moment. An Xiao tries hard to calm down, but his blood seems to be pulsing with joy when he sees the last two clothes on his king's body.
An Xiao couldn't undo the buckle closest to the king, and his hands were shaking terribly.
The touch of a piece of smooth, warm and completely different fabric stunned An Xiao, and he soon came back to his senses.
"This subordinate deserves to die."
The noble body of the king cannot be touched by a despicable and rude secret guard like him. An Xiao was frightened and couldn't help but reminisce about the beauty he touched in that moment.
He was even more trembling, fearing that his king would notice his dirty thoughts and drive him away from him.
'Am I so terrible? '
Cong Sheng looked at the confused An Xiao and touched his chin in confusion.
The loyalty and servility of ancient people sometimes troubled Cong Sheng. Their classes are too clear in their hearts. It is no wonder that those on the throne often lament that "it is too cold to be at high places", or call themselves "little people".
He is truly alone.
Looking at An Xiao lying on the ground, Cong Sheng felt a little lonely, and his originally high mood also became desolate.
He took off the last two coverings by himself, and walked naked along the steps to the bathtub step by step.
I stretched my body in the water, and the warm water made my tired spirit feel much better. Looking sideways at someone still kneeling on the ground, Cong Sheng sighed helplessly.
"Why don't you come over and rub my back?"
"yes."
'Tsk tsk tsk, this figure...'
Cong Sheng leaned leisurely by the pool wall, holding a wine glass in his hand, quietly admiring the beauty taking off her clothes. It would be better if she took off her clothes while dancing.
Honey-colored skin, tangled and strong muscles, full of strength and beauty.
Those strong chest muscles, thick arms, and amazing eight-pack abs are all trivial, and there are even vest lines, mermaid lines, and so on.
'Why don't you take off your pants? '
Cong Sheng raised his eyebrows when his eyes fell on the black cloth. Ben also wanted to see if that part was substantial enough.
Men always like to compare.
Cong Sheng's current body is also very beautiful, her abdominal muscles have mermaid lines, her body is also well-proportioned, and her texture is clear. Although it is not as good as An Xiaoqiu knot, it belongs to the kind of hairstyle that is attractive but not sexy.
His skin color is paler than that of Dark Owl, and he doesn't have those sexy scars on his body.
But there is something in the lower body that has the potential to be the male protagonist of the harem.
I originally wanted to compare the figure with someone somewhere. He was about the same height as An Xiao, only about a knuckle shorter. It was not obvious when they stood side by side. It was just that Cong Sheng was slimmer, so it seemed that An Xiao was shorter. Be more cautious.
After Cong Sheng finished two glasses of wine, he saw a certain secret guard leader slowly getting into the water.
'It's not easy waiting for you. '
Cong Sheng was too lazy to say anything. He just glanced sideways at An Xiao, then turned around lazily and lay down on the edge of the pool. The smell of wine was soaked in hot water and the heat was fumes. It was a little higher. Cong Sheng closed his eyes lazily. Caught up.
Cong Sheng, who was so leisurely and comfortable, didn't know that the leader of the secret guard behind him was in great distress.
His face was also extremely red, spreading from his cheeks to his neck. Judging from the trend, he had plans to occupy more territory.
An Xiao's naked back, as white as jade and with strong lines, could hardly control itself. The blood in his body was rushing to two places, one up and one down.
Under the water where petals were floating vaguely, An Xiao didn't dare to look any further.
Red petals, white skin, black hair.
The three extremely pure colors brought out the ultimate beauty, and An Xiao couldn't help but swallow his saliva.
After a moment of luck, he stretched out his hand holding the bath towel. Looking at the skin that looked even more translucent and moist under the water vapor, An Xiao was afraid that he might accidentally injure it.
"Can't you? Try harder, don't be afraid of breaking me."
Cong Sheng squinted his eyes and said with a slight smile in his hoarse voice. At the same time, he changed his posture, folded his arms, and rested his chin lazily on his forearms.
Don't men like being told 'no'
"Well-"
Cong Sheng groaned, and the sound came back a thousand times, full of temptation.
The author has something to say: I can only squeeze out so much~~