Starry Railway: The Fish Sword Master is kept by Fu Xuan

Fu Xuan stared at him tightly, clutched the bath towel on his chest, stretched out his other small hand and opened the door.

Yu Chen walked in, quickly came to the bed to put her down, and then quickly turned her back.

"You hurry up and put your clothes on..."

Dropping the words, he slipped out in a bit of a hurry and slammed the door shut.

Yu Chen stood at the door of the room and weakly exhaled a turbid breath.

"What a crime..."

he leaned against the door and slowly slid down on the floor.

His eyes gradually lost their focus, and his spirit scattered....

Suddenly, the picture of pink cherries, small and delicate pigeons, and white and moist peaches appeared in his mind....

Yu Chen was shocked, and his face that had been taut for a long time quickly crawled red, and he glanced down.

Sighing, he raised his hand to hold his forehead and pressed his temple...

How is it possible, I didn't see anything....

He silently felt the hot crazy beating heart in his chest, and he didn't know how long it had been since he was agitated like this....

But it's because of this....

Yu Chen closed his eyes, suppressing the inexplicable throbbing in his heart...

Inexplicable ripples rippled in his heart, and he was a little puzzled....

So is it because you see something you shouldn't see, or is it because of something else?

"Fu Xuan..."

he whispered the name, a faint sense of powerlessness filling the room.

...

"I'm okay..."

Fu Xuan opened the door, his head hanging slightly, and his little face blushed.

The white nightdress was draped over her body, and her already petite body looked even weaker at this moment, as if it would break down with a slight touch.

Yu Chen sat on the ground and raised his face, looked at her for a moment, and then quickly got up and stood up, he coughed lightly, "In short... I really didn't mean to. Fu

Xuan's body trembled, his head was buried deeper, his white little hands tugged at the hem of his skirt, and the blood on his earlobes swayed and moved.

Yu Chen licked his dry lips, feeling that the atmosphere was a little embarrassing, he suddenly noticed her long wet hair, "Let me help you dry your hair?" It's not good if you get cold.

Fu Xuan glanced up at him, hesitated for a moment, and nodded silently.

Inside the room, a faint fragrance pervaded, and Yu Chen exhaled softly, resisting the desire to take a big breath.

He gently brushed the silky and slender hair, his wet hair lay on his hand, and the hair dryer whistled.

Fu Xuan sat quietly, looking at Yu Chen in the dressing table mirror.

His brows furrowed slightly, his expression was very serious, and he was doing something big.

It's obviously just blowing hair....

Yu Chen held her hair, and the back of her hand brushed the back of the jade wearing a light pajamas from time to time, and the warm body temperature was transmitted.

But his spirit was tense, but he did not feel this beauty, but seriously did the work in his hands.

But Fu Xuan's body was trembling slightly, his back was touched from time to time, his scalp was suddenly slipped by his fingers, and the tingling feeling passed into her brain, and she couldn't help but snort softly.

"Sorry... Did I hurt you?

Yu Chen stopped the movement in his hand and asked a little nervously.

After living for so long, this is also the first time he has done this, and he does not understand the difference between girls and men, and he is really afraid that he will hurt her.

"No... You go ahead.

Fu Xuan replied gently, and the blush on his face quietly deepened.

"Oh..."

Yu Chen nodded and continued to gently blow her hair little by little.

The long hair that has just been washed is easy to stick together, and every time you cut it with your hand, you have to come slowly, and it is easy to pull the scalp with a little force.

Fu Xuan's hair quality is very good, this kind of problem is much smaller, but after drying for so long, it is still inevitable that there will be some sticking.

Yu Chen grasped very carefully, his expression was unusually serious, and his spirit was very concentrated.

Now this Lord Taibu has completely lost his sharpness, and just sitting there makes people want to love her.

"Well, Fu Xuan, the quality of your hair is quite good."

Yu Chen praised, casually pulled up a handful of hair, gently rubbed it, and threw it up.

The pink hair flew in the air, but the loose hair fell unusually smoothly and hung on the girl's shoulders.

"Honza didn't let you play with it!"

Fu Xuan snorted softly, as if he had restored a little of Lord Taibu's majesty.

Yu Chen chuckled, put the hair dryer on her dresser, and then leaned back and sat up.

He looked at this petite taibu quietly, with a faint smile at the corner of his mouth, and his gaze was very soft.

Fu Xuan's face was a little hot when he saw it, and he glared at him gently, "Look at what, the main seat is not tied up, even if it is scattered like this, it is not ugly!"

"I didn't say you didn't look good, but I just felt that I was too beautiful to help but look at it a few more times, and I felt that this temperament was very different from usual,

well....

It's more cute, I like it..." Yu

Chen's speech was still undisguised and casual.

Fu Xuan looked at him, his pink eyes trembled slightly, although he was very happy to be praised, but so direct and serious, people really couldn't help but be shy.

"Get out... Honza is going to change clothes!

She glanced sideways at Yu Chen and bit her pink lips, but she couldn't see the coldness in her eyes.

On the contrary, there is always a faint coquettishness contained in it.

"Shhh, subordinates take orders~"

Yu Chen let out a sigh, pretended to hold her fist and saluted her, and then twisted her body when she swung her pink fist and smashed it, and sneaked out laughing.

"It's really a... Bad apple! There

was a soft scolding sound from inside the house, but the tone was quite inaudible with a little indignation.

"Alas..."

Fu Xuan sighed faintly, grabbing a strand of hair casually and rubbing it.

"Hmph, if it weren't for Honza's good hair, you would have been able to blow so smoothly?"

She stood up and walked to the bed, and the suspenders on Bai Nengyu's shoulders slipped down.

Long hair hangs behind him, the snow-white beauty of the world looms, and a large area of spring light is covered.

After changing into clothes, Fu Xuan picked up the hairpin on the dressing table and hesitated for a moment, and finally held it in his hand without coiling his hair.

She suddenly felt that it was quite comfortable to loosen the hanging like this by accident, and

it was not because of who said what she didn't make.

Anyway, now on the day off, you don't need to go out to meet any outsiders, just scatter it....

...

Yu Chen, who was relaxed and relaxed, came to the tea room and casually took a cup of tea with a nice name to make himself a cup of tea.

"Hmph, say I spoiled your tea, huh? I'm going to spoil it, drink it hard, and I'm mad at you little taibu.

He leaned against the corridor holding the cup that was lingering with heat, his face full of joy, gently sipping the fragrant tea made from the fine tea leaves, and exhaled comfortably.

The so-called rest day should be so leisurely and relaxed....

Yu Chen looked at the sea of clouds in the distance in a daze, his expression was relaxed, and he quietly waited for Fu Xuan.