The young man in Wujin's robe calmly raised the gauze curtain, sat on the big bed, tilted his body at will, looked at the woman who was still kneeling at the door, and said in a flat voice: "Come here yet?"
Hearing this, the woman let out a "hmm" like a mosquito, and then knelt down and walked towards the young master. She stretched out a pair of white hands, lifted one of the young young master's legs, and placed it on the small ottoman. and gently take off his boots.
Suddenly there was a bang, and the young man kicked the woman's shoulder with not much force, but kicked her hand away. The woman froze for a moment, her body trembled suddenly, and she fell to the ground, not daring to raise her head.
The young man sat on the bed, frowned and looked at the woman. His face was gloomy, and he seemed a little angry and disappointed, but there was also a faint trace of inexplicable happiness mixed in.
No need to look anymore, the man slowly raised his head and looked at the roof.
It was too whimsical at first, if it was her, how could she be captured so easily? Even if he was captured when he was injured, he would definitely run away afterwards. How could he serve others so meekly and respectfully
It was the female assassin just now, that voice at the end, and that sensitive and superb fighting skill...
At this moment, he was almost 80% sure of the identity of that person!
Thinking of this, he couldn't help feeling a little annoyed, did he actually damage his brain after being drenched in a heavy rain? But even so, he still didn't send his tracking masters and the guards of the City Guard's Mansion to catch the assassin. This mentality was very subtle, which made him unable to grasp his mind for a while. Did he not want to cause more trouble? Is it because of the 20% uncertain hesitation? Or, don't want her to fall into the hands of others
Without thinking too much, he stood up at once, strode towards the bath behind the screen, unbuttoned his robe as he walked, and threw it on the ground casually. At this time, he was only wearing a cotton white inner shirt, his black hair was spread loosely behind him, his face was fair, his lips were bright red, his eyes were evil, and his whole body exuded a handsome and evil aura.
It's just a woman!
He thought like this, I just want to get my things back.
While the lights were flickering, the young man had already taken off his underwear, exposing his toned arms, and walked to another room behind the screen. When he opened the door, steam overflowed and the warmth hit people.
Chu Qiao kept her head down, never daring to look up at the man. Yes, this woman in pink veil is Chu Qiao. A large number of soldiers from the City Guard's Mansion gathered outside just now, and she clearly knew that even if she was holding an ak607 submachine gun, she would not be able to get out alive.
In a hurry, she had no choice but to hide the unconscious woman and put on her clothes in order to get away with it. Sure enough, she won the bet, Tian Chengshou was deceived by her, and the man in front of him, who was very skilled, obviously had no interest in her.
Chu Qiao pulled the corner of her mouth, she was full of ambition, it would be better if this good-looking man who repeatedly ruined her good deeds is not a womanizer, yells at her, and then kicks herself out, so that she can go out ostentatiously.
"You, come here." Joy turned into sadness, and just when Chu Qiao was secretly happy, a deep voice suddenly came from the door of the bathroom, "Wipe my back."
Chu Qiao's expression became very rich in an instant. She frowned, thinking whether to sneak in now, and finish him off with a knife while he was off guard. But then, what the man inside said made her tense nerves instantly relaxed.
"Then you can go out."
One thing more is worse than one thing less, Chu Qiao immediately stood up happily, and quickly followed with the humility and obedience that a female slave should have.
As soon as the door of the shower room was opened, a gust of hot air rushed in, and white steam was everywhere, making people blind and even having difficulty breathing. Chu Qiao frowned, and just about to go in, she heard the man inside say in a deep voice, "Take off your shoes."
Only then did Chu Qiao realize that there was a warm feeling coming from her feet, and the shoes were already half wet. Chu Qiao quickly retracted her feet, took off her wet shoes, and walked in with her bare feet.
This bathroom is huge, even worse than the bedroom outside, but from the outside, ordinary people would never think that there is such a large space hidden behind a screen. In the middle of the bath room is a large bathing pool that is comparable to a swimming pool. On the three walls of the bathing pool are four stone statues of beauties carved from white jade. The stone statue gushes out from behind, flows into the bath, then spreads from the side of the bath, flows along the ground to the surrounding sinks, and then flows out of the bath room along the pipes.
Chu Qiao estimated that if the water is boiled manually, it may be difficult to support such consumption. Moreover, the water temperature here is extremely high. With the current technology, the water may be cold before it flows in. There will not be so much Steam came out. Obviously, this city guard mansion must have been built on top of an underground hot spring, and it is unknown whether it is a natural hot spring or a man-made hot spring.
Around the bath room, a few palace lanterns were lit, all of which were dim and dim, ambiguous and faint. On the wall of the bath room, there were some relief carvings. When Chu Qiao looked carefully, they were all nude portraits of seductive women. They shyly covered several key parts of their bodies in various provocative poses, and they were extremely charming.
Not knowing whether it was because the temperature in the room was too high, or for some other reason, Chu Qiao blushed, and immediately lowered her eyes, not daring to look any further.
Above the bathing pool, there is a high platform. The fire below the platform is blazing and scorching the heated kang above. On the heated kang there is a whole piece of white bear fur, and there are some fruits, wine and meat on both sides. Chu Qiao only looks at the At a glance, you know what it is for. With this heated kang, even in such a bath room, the fur will not be damp, so it is very convenient for men to do some intense exercise with these charming little slave girls after taking a bath.
"Are you dead?" came the deep voice slowly.
Chu Qiao rolled her eyes coldly, rubbed her back, see if I don't wipe off a layer of your skin!
Then, she stepped in.
The closer you get to the bath, the greater the steam, the more you can't see clearly, and you can't see your fingers at the edge of the bath.
Chu Qiao groped forward, her feet were constantly probing, and there was mist everywhere, making her wonder if she had reached the edge of the bathing pool. Suddenly, there was a popping sound, Chu Qiao staggered, her feet slipped, and her body suddenly lost her balance. Facing the pond, he planted it. Originally, she would be able to stand firmly with a horizontal step and a split step, but considering that the person in the pool was a master fighter, she could only swallow her anger and let herself fall into the huge pool.
However, at this moment, a slender hand suddenly stretched out, supporting Chu Qiao's waist, a strong force came, and two neat pushes made Chu Qiao half-kneel by the bath. .
"I just asked you to wipe my back, don't do so many things."
A deep voice sounded slowly in the foggy bathroom, the voice was clearly somewhat cold and disdainful. Obviously, he has decided that Chu Qiao's actions just now are a disguised flattery.
Chu Qiao took a deep breath, suppressed the anger in her heart, knelt down by the pool, looked around for a while, but couldn't see where the towel was. Sweat broke out slightly on her forehead, and her brows slowly frowned.
There was a sound of whirring water, and even though Chu Qiao couldn't see it, she could still feel that stinking man had turned around. In the hazy mist, Chu Qiao could even feel the sharp and impatient eyes of the other party.
Because she had spoken at the end of the fight, in order to prevent the other party from recognizing her from her voice, she deliberately changed her voice, and said in a soft and careful voice: "The servant will give you a massage first. how?"
The man in front didn't speak, but turned his head away, as if he had acquiesced.
Chu Qiao rolled up her sleeves, stretched out a pair of plain white hands, and began to massage him.
An excellent agent must be able to perfectly interpret various identities in different environments, especially female agents, in order to complete the task, it is inevitable that there will be some sacrifices in color. As for the technique of massage, Chu Qiao had received professional training in modern times. It has been useless for so many years, but fortunately it has not been abandoned. Soon, her professional massage techniques won the satisfaction of the man in front of her. At least, through the gradual relaxation of the man's muscles, Chu Qiao knew that he had gradually calmed down.
Although he couldn't see his face, it was undeniable that this man had a good figure. Or, it cannot be described with a "very". His muscles are very strong, but they are not as hideous and tangled as ordinary warriors. His muscle lines are perfect, not too much, not too much. It has both the elegance of a literati and the masculine beauty of a man.
Chu Qiao scooped up hot water from the side of the pool and poured it down the man's shoulders. The water flowed slowly along the man's latissimus dorsi and submerged into the steaming pool. Chu Qiao massaged his body vigorously with her tender white fingers, her wrists were full of strength, she recognized the acupoints accurately, and her technique was very professional. The man slowly took a deep breath, then slightly tilted his head back, as if he planned to sleep comfortably on Chu Qiao's lap.
Chu Qiao frowned, but there was nothing she could do. She knew very well that this man was very skilled. Even if she tried her best to deal with it, she might not have a chance of getting out. And even if he could kill him when he was not prepared, it would be difficult to escape the siege of those guards outside the door. Suppressing the anger in her heart, she pressed the man's shoulder and massaged it slowly. After a while, he was already sweating profusely, and he was even more exhausted than the last round of Qihe fist.
With a bang, a drop of fragrant sweat slipped from his forehead and hit the bridge of the man's nose unexpectedly. The young prince didn't even open his eyes, and said calmly, "Take off your clothes."
"Ah?" Chu Qiao was taken aback for a moment, but suddenly realized that she had lost her composure, and quickly restrained herself and said, "My lord, what do you want to do?"
"You want me to do something to you right now." The young man chuckled lightly, with a touch of sarcasm in his voice, "It's a pity that I'm not in the mood now, I just haven't seen anyone wearing clothes in the bathroom, Kindly remind you, lest you die of heat."
"Thank you for your kindness, my lord. The slaves are not hot."
Even though he knew that this was a lie, but thinking of Tian Chengshou's words, the man still didn't care and continued to remain silent. After all, she is still a young girl who has not yet opened her buds. Although she has some tricks, her skin is still a little tender.
Chu Qiao's complexion was ugly, there was a lot of water vapor here, and her eyes were blind, so she didn't have to put on an air. This man was simply too deceitful, thinking of the one that was touched on the top of the corridor just now, Chu Qiao sneered at the corner of her mouth and raised her eyebrows, thinking about it. Her fingers slowly descended along his shoulders, her fingertips were like butterflies, sliding down, with a hint of flirting, she slid across the man's shoulders, neck, and muscular chest muscles little by little, and then drew up and down circle.