These fairies want to be cleaned up by me every day

So Wei Tu bit her ear, and gently freed her earlobe. It wasn't as simple as the hot and humid breath, but it really moistened her entire ear.

Mu Xitong's body was very honest, he grabbed the boy's arm with his palm, his shaking body was as uneasy as her mood, drifting, drifting away.

"Bad brother... stop."

Mu Xitong stretched out his hand to cover the boy's chin, and let his cheek leave his ear and come in front of him.

Wei Tu looked at Mu Xitong innocently.

The woman smiled and looked at his eyebrows.

"Want my sister to save the fire?"

Wei Tu nodded honestly.

"think."

"Then do you want to listen to your sister?"

"Well, be obedient."

"That's good."

The woman's fingers spread across his chin, his cheeks, and stroked his lips.

The movements seemed a bit strange, at least Wei Tu didn't feel it often, he looked at her, and then felt her green fingers, penetrating in a little bit.

Mu Xitong looked down at Wei Tu condescendingly, and the movements of his hands were extremely resolute.

The boy looked at her inexplicably.

The woman smiled.

"Can't bear it anymore?"

"What do you say?"

"No."

"Too tortured."

"Sometimes the more tormented the front, the happier the back."

"If you want to promote, suppress first?"

"Well, it is."

"Then what is sister Xitong going to do?"

Wei Tu looked at her curiously.

The skirt slipped slightly from her calf.

Fair and delicate skin appeared in front of her eyes, but she couldn't see her feet that were still wrapped in socks.

So she said.

"Do you think socks are in the way?"

"Hmm... kind of, can I take it off?"

"Yes, but you can't touch me, otherwise you won't play."

"it is good."

So Wei Tu carefully took off the socks from her feet, there was no strange smell, on the contrary, her feet were as delicate as a baby.

The color is white and rosy, with a pink look, as if all the blood vessels under her skin should be pink blood.

Is this the body of the medicine spirit?

Her feet and her legs retracted slightly.

Wei Tu looked at her.

"and then?"

He really didn't touch the soles of each other's feet, even though it seemed so alluring.

"Lie down."

"Lie down?"

Wei Tu looked at the floor under her feet, what did she want to do?

Mu Xitong nodded.

Wei Tu thought for a while, "Are you sure?"

"Well, it's fine to be wordy."

"Ok."

So Wei Tu obeyed, like a good brother, and lay down beside the bed, on the slightly cold floor, but he would soon be infected by the fiery body.

Then Wei Tu watched helplessly as the woman sat on the edge of the bed, and then looked at her legs, the soles of her feet without shoes and socks came up against her thighs.

So Wei Tu understood what this woman was going to do.

The woman's skirt is not too long, and because of a deliberate movement, it has been pulled up a little, as if looking up, she can peep a little of the spring.

With the movements of her soles, Wei Tu experienced what is called the temptation of the upper class.

A girl has the innocence of a girl, and a sister has the beauty of a sister.

An orange glow warms the windows as the 'communication' becomes more and more excessive.

Wei Tu was on the floor, like a prisoner under torture

But the woman sitting on the edge of the bed was very happy, and what surprised Wei Tu was that the other party never used her palm from the beginning to the end.

Her sitting posture has been slightly adjusted, but she has maintained a charming and dignified posture from the beginning to the end.

Nothing too over the top nor any drastic movements, at least the upper body.

Consciousness is like a boat without sails, wandering in the direction of the wind and waves.

Wei Tu was ups and downs, as if he felt a child in a novel game, enjoying it very much.

But consciousness also has a critical value, and not everything can maintain a fixed state and remain unchanged.

For example, people's own feelings.

Like dark clouds about to rain heavily.

I have been patient and persisted deliberately, and the blue veins on both sides of my forehead are protruding.

Mu Xitong, who saw the young man's expression, obviously didn't realize that such a thing had gone too far.

"It's hard to endure, isn't it? It's almost the same, give up resisting, isn't it good to be a good brother?"

"..."

Wei Tu was speechless, as if only his heavy breathing could prove his poor state.

Wanting to throw away his helmet and armor seems a bit embarrassing under such circumstances, but it seems that there is no way to resist.

As the woman leaned over, she opened her collar.

She put her finger between her lips, embellishing it lightly, but also like absorbing it hopelessly.

she says.

"My dear brother, you have worked very hard."

"..."

So Wei Tu couldn't bear it anymore.Feelings are complicated, and when people feel extreme happiness, they will have complicated emotions.

The tingling of the scalp seems to be the best proof. No one knows how such complicated emotions come from, but it seems that it can be summed up in one word: 'cool'.

And the woman who slowly withdrew her legs from his body looked at her feet in distress.

"It's... a mess."

Wei Tu held his forehead and smiled wryly.

"Sister Xitong...you are too good at it."

Mu Xitong looked at Wei Tu with a bewitching cheek and smiled lightly, "Otherwise, do you think I really can't handle you?"

"Sister Xitong is the best."

"Of course... Go fetch water, I want to wash my feet. Just want to pat your ass and leave after eating and wiping off?"

Wei Tu smiled at the woman who was not at all decent at this time.

To leave holy fairies to earth must be a man's basest interest.

"Isn't that good too?"

"What a fart! How about letting you try it yourself?"

"...I'm going to fetch water."

Wei Tu obediently got up and went to fetch water. Are you kidding me... How can I try this kind of thing by myself?

Although it seems to be something on my own body, but who said that I will not dislike it?

Warm water was quickly brought in, and the woman's feet were soaked in it.

"Help me wash it."

Mu Xitong frowned and looked at the idle boy.

"Oh."

Wei Tu nodded without any worries.

Although it seems that a man washes a woman's feet, this matter is against the 'ethics' of this world.

But it's a coincidence that Wei Tu doesn't have any ethics in mind.

Give women almost perfect legs wash.

She pulled up the edge of the skirt, making her thighs more obvious, and her gaze always involuntarily peered into the mysterious depths of the woman.

Obviously, Mu Xitong could also feel the other party's gaze.

In the room where the ambiguous atmosphere had not completely dissipated, Mu Xitong slightly clamped his legs.

The other party's gaze seemed to have substance, not just touching the bottom of my heart.

Goosebumps appeared on the sensitive skin, and a strange electric current flowed through.

"What are you looking at?"

Mu Xitong frowned.

His feet turned up, as if splashing water on the boy's face.

Wei Tu grabbed the sole of the woman's foot.

He smiled angrily.

"Don't make trouble, what's going on without letting people see it? I'll let you see it."

"I didn't let you see it, so I stopped and wanted to make trouble?"

Mu Xitong snorted coldly, letting the other party scrub his legs.

She looked down at the handsome boy.

His eyes are no longer mischievous, he is careful and gentle, as if he can easily melt a woman's heart into a puddle of water.

After washing her feet and wiping them carefully, Mu Xitong no longer felt the heart-pounding electric current, but the warmth from the bottom of her heart.

The two did not speak.

Mu Xitong didn't speak either, just watched him wipe his legs clean and then put the socks on for himself.

The woman suddenly felt that this scene was a bit too short.

It was as short as if I had just been wrapped in tenderness, and then the bubble dissipated, leaving only the endless nothingness that seemed to be floating in the starry sky.

Wei Tu raised his head with a smile.

"Okay... well."