Host, You're Targeted

"Gong Young master... "

Tingyuan's hand did not enter the water around the mist, pressed on a piece of skin with clear texture and lines.

The sense of touch and dividing line of the palm let Tingyuan know where he was pressing.

Although it didn't drag him into the bucket just now, it also pulled his upper body across the top of the tub.

Yan Huai took advantage of the court yuan daze, quietly took hold of his wrist hand back.

When Ting yuan realized where his hand was touching, he was too stiff to move. The whole man kept the posture across the tub. He was not far away from the cramp in his legs and feet.

Yan Huai also deliberately pushed forward, let Ting yuan's hand close to his waist.

A small bubble glided out of Tingyuan's hand and went up along Yanhuai's waist and abdomen. Finally, it rose to the surface of the water, but it burst because it could not bear the heavy pressure of the fog.

Yanhuai picked his eyebrows. There was a teaser in the raised eyebrows. The fox's cunning was hidden in his brow tail.

"Where are you touching?" Yan Huai's eyes glanced down and motioned to Tingyuan to see his own hands which had not entered the water.

Tingyuan's ear tip quickly spread to his whole cheek, and the pink color was tinged on his cold white skin.

It is like the color ink falling into the lake, and slowly blooming with the action of sinking into the bottom of the lake.

Tingyuan pulls his hand back in panic. He slips under his feet and grabs the edge of the barrel and slides down.

"Childe, I, I, I am wrong! I didn't want to take advantage of you. I, I, I slipped! I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry! Please punish me, young master

Yan Huai calmly sat upright in the tub.

"You don't need to be punished." Yan Huai solemnly carried the shelf, "you are not a little girl anyway."

Tingyuan's hands shaking at the edge of the barrel.

"No way, young master, husband..."

Court yuan originally wanted to say that his wife said that if she did something wrong, she would be punished. She must not be arrogant and arrogant.

Fortunately, before he said it, he remembered what Yanhuai said to him last time. He didn't like to hear such words as "Madame said" and "Master said" from his mouth.

He quickly changed his words and said, "if I did something wrong, I must be punished, or I will make the same mistake next time."

Yan Huai couldn't help but hiss: "next time still touch?"

What Ting yuan originally wanted to say was blocked in his throat and became a hard "burp" word.

His little red face turned to the color of a cow in an instant, like someone spilled a layer of red ink on his head.

The red spread from his face down to his tightly wrapped collar.

Yan Huai suddenly thought that the child's clothes might be red.

Cold white skin suffused with delicate pink, do not know what kind of a scene.

"No, no, no, I, I, I, I..." Tingyuan was flustered and incoherent.

What to do? What to do? Is it still too late for him to die to apologize?

Seeing the court yuan seems to be anxious to cry, Yanhuai also no longer tease him.

"Do you really want me to punish you?" Yanhuai frivolously hooked the chin of the lower court yuan, let him raise his head.

Court yuan red eyes bite the lower lip, tears are Yanhuai scared out.

"Well I, I won't dare next time, will you? "

As soon as Yan Huai saw Tingyuan's face of pear blossom and rain, the evil that had been repressed in his heart came out.

His fingertips gently rubbed upward on Tingyuan's chin and pressed on Tingyuan's lower lip.

"But now that I want to punish you, what should I do?"