The first-level Zhaohua Thousand-level Hall

Chapter 42 Can You Still Talk Well?
So it is really important to have a good nose. Lang Sheng probably waited in the room early like the last two times, otherwise Xu Qingluo would let Baicao out.

A big hand pressed her hand: "Luo'er."

The man's voice was hoarse and helpless, the window was half open, if Xu Qingluo hadn't made a sound, Lang Sheng might have escaped.

Xu Qingluo sighed secretly, regretfully gave up the act of continuing to unbutton his clothes, stretched out his hand to grab the man's big hand, clasped his fingers, turned around and smiled slightly at the man whose face was flushing red, "I still I thought you wouldn't come."

Lang Sheng looked at the two buttons that Xu Qingluo had already untied, and there was darkness in his eyes. He was flustered and subconsciously turned his head to avoid the snow-colored neck that was clearly visible so close, and stammered: "You put your clothes in order first."

Xu Qingluo really loves and hates Lang Sheng's wooden temper. Her every move just now is the most seductive action in her previous life. allure.

He happened to meet Lang Sheng.

In order to prevent Lang Sheng from being burned to death by the redness on his face, and to prevent his neck from being sprained, Xu Qingluo reluctantly fastened the buttons he had untied.

"All right."

Xu Qingluo seemed to be lamenting, but there was some faint joy in his heart. Langsheng was completely different from the others. What should she do if she wanted this man even more?
Lang Sheng didn't know Xu Qingluo's ambition for him in the bottom of his heart, he turned his head and breathed a sigh of relief: "If you want to take a bath in the future, you must check the room in advance, and then close the doors and windows."

Xu Qingluo listened to Lang Sheng Xuxu's explanation, squinted her eyes and nodded: "Got it."

The man's good intentions, even though they didn't quite match what he had in mind, Xu Qingluo still accepted it.

"Why did you come to my place this time?"

Xu Qingluo didn't ask until Lang Sheng had nothing to explain.

Lang Sheng opened his mouth, and choked out two words for a while: "The foot hurts."

He sat there upright, as if he was not the one who was talking about it just now, and he couldn't speak anymore.

When Xu Qingluo heard Lang Sheng say that her foot hurt, she subconsciously turned serious, and turned to get her needle pouch.

"Why haven't you taken off your shoes yet? I don't have the ability to prevent diseases with boots."

Xu Qingluo was holding the medicine bag and array pouch in his hands, while Lang Sheng was still sitting there in the same posture as before.

Lang Sheng raised his head: "Didn't you say you want me to get used to it?"

Xu Qingluo was dumbfounded, looking at the seriousness in Langcheng's eyes, suddenly felt that dull and inarticulate people were actually more difficult to deal with sometimes.

"Lift your feet."

Xu Qingluo ordered Lang Sheng to move.

Reaching out to take off Lang Cheng's boots, Xu Qingluo half-kneeled on the ground to roll up Lang Sheng's trouser legs, a pile of dirt accidentally spilled on Xu Qingluo's body.

Xu Qingluo paused, Lang Sheng's face turned redder than before, but this time it was from embarrassment.

"I still remember something else, go back first—"

Xu Qingluo pressed the bend of Lang Sheng's leg that was about to straighten up, and stood up with the man's strong leg: "The ready-made bath water, just wash it here! I'll show you the leg directly after I'm done."

"This is your boudoir, how can you invite outside men—"

Lang Sheng was in a hurry!
"You're a wife."

Xu Qingluo's brows and eyes were crooked with a smile: "First, if you have any problems with your legs, you can't delay the treatment in time. Second, you don't want me to touch a mud figure, right? Third, I'm not the first It's the first time I've seen you take off your clothes."

As he spoke, Xu Qingluo went straight to his hands.

Lang Sheng blushed, "How can this be the same!"

He reached out to protect his neck.

Xu Qingluo quickly shifted his position to the man's lower body: "It's all the same!"

Xu Qingluo's hand speed was too fast, and Lang Sheng's dodging movements were also fast, the strength of the two sides interacted, and the next moment there was a tear.

Both Lang Sheng and Xu Qingluo paused. Xu Qingluo looked at the broken pure black brocade belt in his hand, and then at Lang Sheng's trousers that fell on the ground, and smiled a little shyly: " Accident."

"Xu Qingluo!"

Lang Sheng was extremely ashamed, and roared to Xu Qingluo in a low voice.

"Hey."

Xu Qingluo responded generously, compared to Lang Sheng's appearance, she was really calm.

"You, you! You are simply ridiculous!"

While talking, Lang Sheng wanted to lift his pants, Xu Qingluo hurriedly reached out to stop him: "Hey, I'm going to take it off anyway, don't mention it!"

Xu Qingluo still wants to see more. This is a rare opportunity. If you miss this village, there will be no such shop. Now she feels that the white trousers that Lang Sheng is wearing are a bit of an eyesore, so she has to take them off. chant.

Xu Qingluo couldn't help but stretched out his hand again. Langsheng was helpless towards Xu Qingluo. The more she took the initiative to help, the more he wanted to wrap himself tightly again, and then leave quickly. The two of them After a while of tugging, he accidentally stepped on Lang Sheng's dropped trousers, Xu Qing tripped and screamed.

Lang Sheng subconsciously stretched out his hand to pull her. When his hand touched her fingertips, his palm went numb, and his whole body softened strangely.

"Plop" and "Plop", the water splashed over half of the ground.

"Gululu" a string of water bubbles popped out, coupled with the weight of Lang Sheng, Xu Qingluo's body quickly submerged in the water, and his black hair floated like water plants.

"Laoer!"

Lang Sheng didn't have time to be embarrassed by the current situation and try to get out. When he found that Xu Qingluo was completely submerged in the water, he reached out his hand in a panic to catch him.

When the person caught it, Lang Cheng was also stunned, because of the suspicious softness that his palm touched.

Lang Sheng's face was flushed, and he subconsciously stepped back. The small tub was tilted and a big man couldn't use it at all. With a bang, the man's body slammed into the wall of the tub, and the water splashed all over the place. .

Xu Qingluo grabbed Lang Sheng's arm and stood up from the bathtub. Well, the water in the bathtub would only reach her chest even if she sat upright.

The water drops in the girl's hair rolled down the snow-colored cheeks and the pointed chin, and the round water drops rolled down into the girl's slender and soft neck, sank into the scattered skirt, and moistened the chest. .

The girl has just grown into a well-developed figure, and her chest has already seen a beautiful curve. At this moment, she is tightly attached by the wet clothes, and there is no way to hide it.

"Hug, sorry."

Lang Cheng really stuttered this time. He doesn't look like a great general who is dominating the battlefield. Instead, he is like a poor little frightened daughter-in-law, who keeps sticking to the wall of the barrel that is already clinging to the limit behind him. , turned his head sideways to reveal his red neck: "I'm leaving now!"

He clung to the wall of the barrel and turned around with difficulty, his long legs were about to get out of the tub, but he still misjudged the size of the tub, or he misjudged Xu Qingluo's boldness.

"Luo'er, you, you step back."

Repressing his business, Lang Sheng said intermittently, it was because he felt the attachment of a gentle and soft body different from his own, which made him dare not move at all.

"Alang."

Xu Qingluo suddenly called out to Lang Sheng softly, the nickname she joked at that time belonged to her alone.

The girl's soft and delicate voice seemed to have a hook, and Lang Cheng felt that his whole body was on fire, so he clenched his fists tightly: "Speak up if you have something to say!"

Don't seduce him with that kind of voice, Lang Cheng felt that his whole body was about to break apart, and his throat was dry and burning.

"You're on top of me."

Xu Qingluo uttered these words slowly in an exceptionally calm tone.

(End of this chapter)