He likes playing mandarin duck best.
He laughed, rubbed her head and said nothing. He got up to help her get the bath water ready. There was a bamboo basket on the glass platform of the bathroom. There were a lot of bath medicine imported from Japan in it. He chose the one that could relieve fatigue most. He sprinkled it into the hot water and stirred it with his hand. When the water temperature was right, he took her into the water. The bathtub was Japanese style and just sat down to his shoulder, He surrounded her behind himself. The warm water made her feel hot all over. He leaned lazily against him, breathing the water mist with the fragrance of herbs, and slowly closed his eyes.
After two days of tossing and turning, her whole body was tense, and her bones seemed to be put together again after falling apart. Maybe the medicine bath worked, made her feel more comfortable, and soon she was sleepy.
"Hush hush, don't sleep. You'll catch cold." This is not a hot spring. The water is not warm.
She managed to wake up, and soon her head tilted and her eyelids started fighting again.
The water mist is steaming, and the beauty can't touch it in her arms. It's really hard to feel. But who can blame it? He didn't make it by himself. If he had controlled it before, he wouldn't have to bear it now.
Kangxi hugged her tightly to prevent her from slipping into the water. He was even more reluctant to move. He laughed bitterly twice and closed his eyes.
After soaking for more than 20 minutes, he saw that she had fallen asleep. He quickly picked her up, pulled the bath towel on the shelf to dry her, and wiped away the water stains on her body, and then wrapped her in a dry bath towel.
He called the waiter to change a new quilt, held her into the bed, rubbed him habitually, found a comfortable position in his arms, and fell asleep on his arm.
When she woke up, it was already dark.
She sat up and pulled her hair. As soon as she woke up, her eyes were a little out of focus. She looked at the clock and found that it was eight o'clock in the evening. After sleeping all day, she was hungry and flat. She smelled a sweet smell from the tip of her nose. She smelled it and came to the dining table. There was a small gas stove on the dining table. There was a small casserole on the stove and it was simmering, Uncover the lid, inside is hot chicken porridge, with green vegetables and sweet carrot silk, look at the finger.
She picked up the spoon, scooped a spoon and put it into her mouth. It was warm, fresh and sweet. The amount of pepper was just right, and the shredded chicken breast meat was melted in the mouth. Once tasted, she knew it was made by Kangxi.
She scooped another spoon into her mouth, and then bit the spoon to find him.
Anyone here?
Did you go to the cast?
"Dead!" The sound of deliberately lowering the volume came in from the veranda.
When he heard it, he saw that the Japanese sliding door was made of paper, with a faint light. A figure was completely reflected on the door frame.
Who died?
Biting the spoon, he climbed over the tatami with hands and feet.
Kangxi is sitting cross legged on the veranda. A ray of moonlight is shining on him like silver plating. Although it's late November, it's not cold outside. The geothermal heat caused by hot springs makes the wind warm like the spring breeze in April.
He was wearing a navy blue bathrobe. The belt was not fastened tightly, which made the lapel that should have been overlapped loose and exposed a large bronze chest. Because he was taking pictures of the costume drama, his hair had not been cut for a long time, and it was a little longer. He thought that his hair was always in the way of his forehead, so he simply put on a headband to close his hair back. The male god was the male god, which was such a slovenly appearance, Deep facial features are also shining, more exuding a sexy lazy.
In this Japanese style courtyard, the mountain shadow, the water light, the fireflies, the candles and the lanterns are so beautiful!