"Qingluo." Liangyin held Qingluo's hand holding the clothes.
This grip startled Qing Luo. He subconsciously turned his head and saw Liang Yin wearing underwear.
Only then did he realize that Liangyin had not finished taking off her clothes to roast him. Now Liangyin was wearing underwear and was almost roasted.
"elder sister!"
Xiao Baihua looked at the girl in front of her with serious and passionate eyes. His heart beat faster, almost beating out of his chest. The inexplicable nervousness made his whole body tense.
Sister, what on earth does she want to do today
Xiao Baihua wanted to withdraw her hand, but Liangyin couldn't give him a chance. She held his hand tightly and wouldn't let go.
He even stretched out his other hand and held Xiao Baihua's hand tightly.
"Sister, let go first, why did you suddenly..." Xiao Baihua was a little anxious, with a look of panic on his face. He looked at Liang Yin's hot eyes and dodges.
"Qingluo, haven't you understood it yet? I like you, very, very much, and I want to be a spiritual couple with you!"
Liangyin held Qingluo's hand tightly, her eyes were extremely firm, as if she was talking about something very righteous, and it was not at all related to dual cultivation.
"elder sister?!"
Xiao Baihua's eyes suddenly widened. Even though he had already thought that Liangyin might say these words, his heartbeat still missed a beat after he really heard it from Liangyin's mouth.
"Qingluo, what about you? Do you like me?" Liangyin stared straight at Xiaobaihua. That sincere look made Qingluo feel that his whole chest was filled with a warm feeling.
Xiao Baihua couldn't help but blush. There was mist in his eyes, and he looked at Liangyin with clear eyes, and couldn't help but cry and laugh at the same time:
"Sister, I like it, I like it to the core of my being!"
He stood up and stepped forward, half-kneeling, and hugged Liangyin into his arms. He hugged her tightly, as if she was melting into the bone marrow.
Perhaps because of the excessive force, the freshly bandaged wound on the shoulder overflowed with blood again.
In an instant, the air was filled with the sweet and fishy smell of blood.
When Liangyin saw it, he immediately became anxious: "Qingluo, don't hug me! The wound will open!"
For a moment, Liangyin didn't dare to push Qingluo, she was afraid of hurting him.
Liangyin was stunned for a moment, and finally reached out and hugged the young man's waist.
The wet and hot feeling spread under his hands, and only then did Liangyin remember that the clothes on the boy's body were still wet.
"Sister. You don't know how much I like you." Qing Luo whispered into the girl's ear, her voice was gentle, nostalgic, and pathos.
Liang Yin raised the corners of his mouth, and a gentle smile appeared at the corner of his mouth: "I know, but now can you dry your clothes first, they are all wet for me!"
Qing Luo, who was wrapped in huge joy, suddenly opened his eyes when he heard this and quickly stepped away.
Perhaps because of being too impatient, Qing Luo strained the wound on his shoulder again.
Liangyin looked at the blood spilling from Qingluo's shoulder, his eyes filled with distress, and his tone changed instantly: "Qingluo, the wound on your shoulder has opened again. Don't do this again!"
"Sister, I'm sorry, I, I didn't mean it..." Qing Luo looked at the two people's chests, which were stained with a little water, and explained in a panic.
"It's okay, it's just a little wet. It's you who feels the most uncomfortable after wearing wet clothes for so long. Take them off quickly and I'll help you bake your clothes. You can't move your shoulders anymore. Sit down and have a good rest. "
Liang Yin's eyes became gentler and he extended his palm towards Qing Luo.
Qing Luo looked at the white palm in silence, his face couldn't help but blush, he picked up the robe that had been baked and dropped on the ground, and handed it to Liang Yin. Blushing and saying:
"Sister, please put on your clothes first. I'll bake my clothes myself."
"No!" Hearing this, Liangyin hugged her arms tightly and turned away pretending to be unhappy: "If you don't let me help you bake the clothes, I won't wear the clothes you baked. This cave is so cold. Let me freeze to death."
"elder sister… "
"Give it to me quickly, I will listen to you, and I will listen to you in everything!" Liangyin stretched out his hand and placed it in front of Qingluo, his eyebrows arched.
Seeing that Qingluo couldn't make Liangyin change his mind, Qingluo had no choice but to blush and agreed.
But when he just put his hands on his waist and was about to open the belt, he seemed to have thought of something, and his hand that opened the belt couldn't help but pause.
"Sister...can you step aside for a moment?" Qing Luo raised his head and looked at the girl who was staring at him closely, so nervous that his body stiffened.
"Can't you let me take a look?" Liangyin tilted his head, his eyes filled with a sly smile.
"Sister..." Qing Luo's handsome face turned red, and her clear eyes seemed to be extremely shy. Watery.
That simple and handsome look. People couldn't help but refuse, and Liangyin felt weak and had to surrender.
She raised her hands and covered her eyes: "Okay, okay! I won't watch anymore, please change it quickly!"
Seeing that Liangyin had covered her face, Qingluo nervously began to change out of her wet robe.
When Qingluo started to change out of his outer robe, Liangyin's hands covering his eyes exposed the gaps between his fingers.
At this sight, Liang Yin's eyes suddenly widened. The boy's figure was still as strong and strong as he remembered.
Her jade-white skin was even better than that woman's.
Especially that face, which is so handsome that it confuses all living beings. The narrow peach blossom eyes seem to be able to talk, the long eyebrows at the temples, and the face like a knife, handsome but not sharp. Just perfect.
When it is simple, it is like clear spring water; when it is evil, it is like a flower in the netherworld, carrying a fatal temptation.
Maybe Liang Yin's gaze was too intense. Qing Luo raised his eyes and met Liang Yin's gaze.
The clothes that had just fallen off his shoulders suddenly tightened, and he looked at Liangyin with shame and anger and said:
"Sister, you decide whether to watch it or not!"
"Of course! I didn't look!" Liangyin covered her eyes again. But he still showed his fingertips from time to time. Not honest at all.
In the end, Qingluo endured Liangyin's peeking eyes, took off his wet clothes in shame, and handed them to Liangyin to bake.
When Qingluo took off his wet clothes, Liangyin had already put on his outer robe.
Liangyin held Qingluo's clothes and roasted them quietly by the fire. From time to time, he glanced at the handsome young man sitting beside him, his body tense and his face flushed.
A sly smile flashed in her eyes, and she put Qing Luo's half-dry clothes to the tip of her nose and smelled it.
He raised his eyebrows at the boy beside him and said, "Hmm~! This smells really sweet, like the smell of a certain kind of flower. Qingluo, why do you smell better than a woman?" "Sister!" Qingluo looked at Liangyin's frivolous appearance. With one movement, his whole face suddenly turned red to the root of his neck.