Starry Sky Railway: The Fishing Sword Master is kept by Fu Xuan

The two of them were so busy that they had to face each other.

Fu Xuan stared at him closely, holding the towel tightly on his chest, and stretched out his other hand to open the door.

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

"Hurry up and put on your clothes..."

After saying this, he hurriedly slipped out and slammed the door.

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

"What a sin..."

He leaned against the door and slowly slid down to the ground.

His eyes gradually lost focus, and his mind was scattered...

Suddenly, the images of pink cherries, small and exquisite pigeons, and white and juicy peaches appeared in his mind...

Yu Chen was shocked, and his face, which had been tense for a long time, quickly covered with red. He looked down.

He sighed, raised his hand to support his forehead and pressed his temple...

How could it be that he didn't see anything...

He silently felt the hot and crazy beating heart in his chest. It had been a long time since it beat like this...

But it turned out to be because of this reason...

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

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

So was it because he saw something he shouldn't have seen, or because of something else?

"Fu Xuan..."

He whispered the name in a low voice, with a faint sense of powerlessness filling the air.

…

“I’m fine…”

Fu Xuan opened the door, her head slightly lowered, her face flushed.

The white nightgown was on her body, and her petite body looked even more fragile at this moment, as if it would break if it was touched lightly.

Yu Chen sat on the ground and raised his face, staring at her for a moment, and then quickly stood up. He coughed lightly, "Anyway... I really didn’t mean it."

Fu Xuan trembled, and buried his head deeper. His white little hands tightly grasped the hem of his skirt, and his earlobes were dripping with blood.

Yu Chen licked his dry lips, feeling that the atmosphere was a bit awkward. He suddenly noticed her wet long hair, "Let me help you blow dry your hair? It’s not good to catch a cold."

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

A faint fragrance filled the room. Yu Chen exhaled gently, resisting the desire to breathe deeply.

He gently stroked the soft and long hair, the wet hair lying on his hand, and the hair dryer whirred.

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

His brows were slightly wrinkled, and his expression was very serious, as if he was doing something big.

It was just blowing her hair...

Yu Chen held her hair, and the back of his hand occasionally rubbed across the jade back in a thin pajamas, and the warm body temperature was transmitted over.

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

But Fu Xuan's body was trembling slightly, her back was touched from time to time, and her scalp was suddenly slid by his fingertips again, and the numb feeling was transmitted to her brain, and she couldn't help but hum softly.

"Sorry... did I hurt you?"

Yu Chen stopped his movements and asked nervously.

He had lived for so long, but this was the first time he had done this. He didn't really understand the difference between girls and men, so he was afraid of hurting her by being so gentle.

"No... you continue."

Fu Xuan responded softly, and the blush on her face deepened quietly.

"Oh..."

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

Long hair that had just been washed was easy to stick together, and every time he used his hands to open it, he had to do it slowly. If he was a little faster or harder, it would easily pull the scalp and make people feel painful.

Fu Xuan's hair was of good quality, so this problem was much smaller, but after being left to dry for so long, it was still inevitable that it would stick together.

Yu Chen was very careful, his expression was unusually serious, and his mind was very focused.

Now this Taibu-sama had completely lost her sharpness, and just sitting there coquettishly made people want to love her.

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

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

The pink hair fluttered in the air, but the loose hair fell down very smoothly, dangling on the girl's shoulders.

"I didn't ask you to play with it!"

Fu Xuan snorted softly, as if he had recovered a little

The majesty of the Grand Master.

Yu Chen chuckled, put the hair dryer on her dressing table, and then sat on it.

He looked at the petite Grand Master quietly, with a faint smile on his lips and a very gentle look.

Fu Xuan felt a little embarrassed by his gaze, and glared at him gently, "What are you looking at? I just didn't tie my hair up. Even if it's loose like this, I'm not ugly!"

"I didn't say you're ugly, I just thought you were too beautiful and couldn't help but look at you a few more times, and I felt that your temperament was very different from usual,

Well...

More lovely, I like it..."

Yu Chen's speech was still unconcealed and casual.

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

"Go out... I'm going to change clothes!"

She glanced at Yu Chen and bit her pink lips, but there was no coldness in her eyes.

Instead, there is always a hint of tenderness in it.

"Okay, I will accept your order~"

Yu Chen exhaled, clasped his fists and saluted her in a pretentious manner, then twisted his body when she swung her fists at him, and slipped out with a laugh.

"What a... bad guy!"

A soft curse came from the room, but the tone did not contain any anger.

"Alas..."

Fu Xuan sighed faintly, picked up a strand of hair and rubbed it.

"Humph, if it weren't for my good hair, could you blow it so smoothly?"

She stood up and walked to the bed, and the sling on her white jade shoulder slipped down.

Her long hair dangled behind her, the snow-white beauty of the world loomed, and a large area of ​​spring light was covered.

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

She suddenly felt that it was quite comfortable to let it hang loose like this occasionally.

It was not because of what someone said that she did not do it.

Anyway, it was a day off now, and she didn't have to go out to meet any outsiders, so she could just relax...

...

Yu Chen, who had nothing to do and was relaxed, came to the tea room and casually took a tea with a nice name and made himself a cup of tea.

"Hehe, you said I was wasting your tea, right? I'll waste it as much as I can and drink it as much as I can to piss you off."

He leaned against the corridor holding the steaming cup, his face full of joy, and gently sipped the fragrant tea made from the best tea leaves, and exhaled comfortably.

The so-called day off should be like this, leisurely and relaxing...

Yu Chen was staring at the sea of ​​clouds in the distance, with a leisurely expression, quietly waiting for Fu Xuan.