When Morong Gan carried Bai Qianfan back to the Huailin Pavilion, he was shocked when he saw it. He was about to follow immediately but was stopped by Lv He, "What are you going to do about it?"
Qi Hong understood, pursed her lips into a smile, and said with deep emotion: "Compared to before, I seem like a completely different person."
"You don't understand, right? This is the power of love."
"I really don't understand." Qi Hong cast a glance at Jia Tong who was standing far away: "I'm not like you, where there's someone who loves you."
Lv He blushed, and pretended to tear her mouth: "What are you jealous for, go find one if you're capable!"
Qi Hong laughed and ran, "Aiyo, you're admitting it, I have to tell Jia Tong!"
"How dare you!" Lv He pretended to be angry and chased after her with her skirt up.
Inside the house, Bai Qianfan was fulfilling her promise as she rolled up her sleeves and handed her arm over to Morong Gan. "Nuo, go ahead and touch it.
Morong Gan looked at her and bit her cheek. If she really wasn't courteous, he would eat her. He lowered his eyes to look at the fresh pink flesh on her arm. It was as clean and beautiful as ever, beautiful and holy. He didn't dare to touch it.
Bai Qianfan was a little curious, was the king still angry at her?
She rubbed her fingers as she slowly walked over and hugged him from behind. The man was obviously startled, but he didn't say anything. He swallowed the words in his throat again and again, and swallowed the words that were about to come out of his mouth.
Qi Hong consulted at the door, "Master, the water is ready, do you want to wash now?"
Morong Gan made a sound of acknowledgement before pulling his hand away from his waist. "I'm going to take a bath, you stay here obediently and don't go anywhere else. I'll deal with you when I get back."
Bai Qianfan said as she walked on the side: "Do you want to take a bath, your highness?"
"Yes, I went to practice today. I was sweating all over." He didn't even take a bath before he went to Huailin Pavilion to look for someone.
"I'll wait for your highness to take a bath," she said, raising her small eyes and looking at him with her dark eyes.
Morong Gan's heart jumped, his mind immediately thinking of a beautiful scene, but he did not think of anything else. His eyes were so clear that he must have been wrong.
"You can do it?"
"I can rub my back, and when I was young, Hou helped my wet nurse rub her back. She praised me for my good rubbing." She looked at him expectantly.
Morong Gan's heart skipped a beat. He deliberately muttered to himself for a moment, and then said with some difficulty: "Alright."
Bai Qianfan moaned, then ran out the door while cheering, and very quickly heard her say to Qi Hong, "Elder sister, I will be bathing with you today, go rest."
Morong Gan stopped and shook his head helplessly, then picked up the curtain and left.
In the Horn Chamber, the big bath barrel was filled with water, it was hot and curling up with white mist, Morong Gan did not like people taking baths with him, he was used to being alone, there were many things he was used to doing by himself.
He took off his clothes and sat inside the bath barrel. Hot water immediately surrounded him, giving him an indescribable feeling of comfort. He took a deep breath, then said calmly, "Come in."
Bai Qianfan had been waiting outside for a long time, but when she heard the call, she immediately ran in. When she entered, the warm mist rushed to her face, moistening her cheeks.
There was a land dragon burning in the room. It was a bit hot. She took off her cotton robe and wore only a jacket. She rolled up her sleeves and walked away.
In the white fog, a man could be seen sitting in a bath barrel. Although he was only sitting, his body was still tall and imposing, like a rock standing in the water.
Bai Qianfan licked her lips. She was thirsty, but she didn't have time to go out and drink.
She picked up the towel and began to rub his back. There was not a bit of excess flesh on his body, smooth, hard, well-muscled, his shoulders wide, the tight muscles slowly narrowing down into the water.
Beautiful, she said, pressing her hand against the hard flesh, licking her lower lip again.
She did things very seriously, from left to right, from top to bottom, meticulously. As she rubbed, she asked, "Prince, is your strength good?"
Morong Gan finally responded after a long while. He did not dare say anything, afraid that he would vent his anger and do something he shouldn't have done. God knows how hard he had to endure, but her hands seemed to possess some sort of mysterious power.
A ball of fire burned in his lower abdomen, causing him to be at a loss of what to do. He kept gulping, and only his heartbeat could be heard. Bang bang! Every blow struck his chest with great force, causing him to feel pain.
It was at this time that Bai Qianfan said, "Prince, turn around. It's time to rub the front."
She knew what she was talking about. He refused to turn around, regretting letting her in already. This wasn't waiting patiently, this was clearly torture.
With a hoarse voice, he tried his best to keep his voice even, "No need, you can leave."
The little girl was very persistent, "Why not? I'm not done rubbing. I'm not someone who will give up halfway." Without turning around, she went ahead of him.
Morong Gan looked at her in shock, "You …"
Bai Qianfan was startled, "Is Your Highness not feeling well? Why is your face so red? "
His hand gripped the tub tightly. "It's a little hot."
"I feel hot too," she said, grabbing the hem of her jacket and flapping it up, revealing a snow-white waist.
Morong Gan felt his heart thump up, he subconsciously shrunk back into the water, causing the water to splash onto Bai Qianfan's body. She lowered his head and splashed the water on her body, but didn't say anything, he pointed the bath handkerchief at his chest and pressed it up, "Stand up."
Morong Gan, "... "No, I don't need you, or …"
"What are you nagging about? Hurry up!" She glared at him reproachfully and poked his chest with her hand. "Oh, how hard!"
Morong Gan, "..." He slowly lowered his head. The real hard part was underneath … There was a flood dragon lurking, ready to take action at any time.
He could no longer breathe normally. He opened his mouth wide and let her do whatever she wanted.
For a man to be reduced to such a state, it was truly … She blushed with shame. If he wanted to be stubborn, he could drag her in and eat her dry without a care in the world. But she was so young, so thin, so … Trust him.
Morong Gan painfully closed his eyes, trying hard to control his surging desire. It shouldn't be here, and it shouldn't be at this time. Their real bridal chamber should be a good day, in an extremely comfortable place. He found countless excuses and excuses for himself before finally suppressing the ball of fire in his stomach.
After a while, he opened his eyes. "Don't you feel embarrassed poking at a man like this?"
Bai Qianfan raised her eyebrows, looking very confident and confident, "You are not an outsider, you are my husband!"
What he said was too good, Morong Gan's heart was filled with joy to the point of overflowing, he was her husband, he was not an outsider.
He asked, "You're wet, too. Do you want to come in and wash? We're husband and wife anyway, so it's okay."
Bai Qianfan raised her eyebrows and laughed, "You wish!"
Only when he knew that she would answer like that did he ask, or else he would have picked up another rock and smashed his own foot with it.
Bai Qianfan rubbed the handkerchief in the water, "Wiping it out, get up."
"You can leave. You don't need to take care of the rest."
Bai Qianfan acknowledged that as she dried her hands. She went over to get her clothes, but went behind him, dipped her hands in the water, and fiercely smacked him on the butt.
Morong Gan suddenly stood up and turned around. Bai Qianfan saw something draw an arc in the air, and then, it quickly sank.
The man shrank back into the water and shouted in a flustered manner, "Just you wait! There's nothing better for you to see when we get out!"
Bai Qianfan laughed out loud as she put on her cotton jacket and left.