"It's all something I like. So my cousin can drink often in the future, but I have to accompany her." Yi Shurong shook her little hand lightly, and her attitude finally softened.
Luo Liyan opened her big eyes innocently, her face completely covered, but she couldn't help but rolled her eyes in her heart.
He is a majestic ghost king, so he is too easy to coax, and he likes to listen to nice things.
Could it be that when those people usually flatter him, they only care about being submissive and don't say anything nice
Otherwise, how could they be treated so miserable one by one
"But my cousin wants to drink in the future, but I must be by her side, otherwise she will be sold out, I'm afraid you don't know." Yi Shurong put down her little hand, and then gently touched the tip of her small nose. Scraped up and down.
At the same time as the hand was put down, the line of sight also fell along with it.
There were red, purple and purple petals rippling on the water, and the fragrance made his nose itchy.
But I couldn't control my mind, thinking of the flashing picture just now.
It's a pity that he just got angry just now, without even concentrating, he disappeared.
Yi Shurong was a little emotional, but thinking of his constant nosebleed yesterday, he quickly raised his hand and rubbed his nose.
After making sure that nothing happened, he walked behind Luo Liyan, took a cotton handkerchief, and put it in the water to get a little wet.
"I'll rub your back." Yi Shurong's voice was low and deep, hiding a bit of hoarseness that was not easy to reveal.
Luo Liyan's head twitched, and she really wanted to ask her, did she look like an old melon
Just rubbed it yesterday afternoon, and rubbed it again this morning.
And it's only men who like to rub their backs, okay
Those with delicate skin and tender flesh will be rubbed out with calluses.
Luo Liyan roared crazily twice in her heart, then shrank herself under the water, burying half of her chin in it.
"Cousin, can I stop rubbing my back today, I think I'm quite clean." Her big round eyes were filled with pitiful pleas.
There is even a little resentment.
The corners of Yi Shurong's eyes raised up happily, "It's just to wipe some soap for you, do you really think I'm as indifferent as you?"
"Didn't my cousin feel that I rubbed it lightly yesterday?" Luo Liyan turned her lips back in disbelief.
A layer of old skin like him that has lived for tens of thousands of years, if I use a steel ball to brush it on him, he won't feel anything.
"The two of us are different. You grew up pampered and raised, while I..." Yi Shurong seemed to think of something, and her breath suddenly sank.
But he was not unhappy, but seemed to recall something that made him happy physically and mentally.
It's just that this matter was too bloodthirsty and cruel, so the breath around him became depressed.
Luo Liyan raised her head with some effort, and turned to look at him.
Looking at those bottomless eyes, gleaming with suppressed excitement, the person who was full of heroic spirit now turned into a gloomy spirit.
Apparently it's on the verge of getting out of control.
"Cousin?" Luo Liyan called softly, pulling her back from her thoughts.
Yi Shurong recalled all the pictures that made her crazy, looking at that pretty face like a flower, she suddenly felt like she had climbed from hell to the world.
He raised his hand, trembling slightly, to touch that smooth little face, then wrapped half of her cheek into his big palm, and rubbed it lightly.