Chapter 900： Ding, your vinegar jar is online! (27)

The little girl's apricot eyes were wet, and the corners of her eyes were slightly red. At this moment, her long eyelashes were flashing and she looked up at His Highness, looking eagerly looking forward to it.

With such a girl's expression, His Highness Mu Yan couldn't resist.

Even if you have the memory of the first three planes, you are familiar with that kind of thing.

In my memory, I also get along with little girls like this.

However, memory and practice are ultimately different.

take a bath together...

The holy **** blushed slightly, and a pale flush appeared on his white neck.

He nodded, "Okay."

"Um."

The drunk girl took the initiative to hug His Highness's neck.

Mu Yan picked him up, raised his feet and walked to the bathroom.

Feng Qianwo was in the other's arms, wrapped his arms around His Highness's neck, and closed his eyes dizzily.

Walking to the bathtub, Mu Yan put the little girl down.

Feng Qian seemed to have lost his strength, leaned against His Highness, hugged his waist, and pressed his head against His Highness's chest.

Mu Yan held Feng Qian's waist with one hand, turned on the shower with the other hand, and filled the bathtub with hot water of just the right temperature.

After the water was set, he looked down at the girl who was about to fall asleep next to him.

"Shallow..."

He whispered.

The girl's eyelids moved, her little hands grabbed the white shirt on His Highness's body, and opened her eyes.

She blinked and looked back at the hot tub.

Feng Qian tilted his head and put his hands behind his back, trying to unzip the dress.

I raised my arm a few times, but my fingertips couldn't reach the zipper.

The little girl frowned and pouted.

Not enough to jump a few times.

As a result, still not enough.

Feng Qian gave up the struggle, turned around and plunged into His Highness's arms, aggrieved: "Your Highness, I can't solve it."

Mu Yan raised his hand and patted the little girl's back lightly, with a gentle voice: "Don't worry, take your time."

The girl seemed to be soothed and tried again.

Finally, the little girl looked up at the person in front of her with a sincere expression: "Ayan, can you help me?"

The little girl's tone was soft.

Such coquettish behavior made Mu Yan a little at a loss, and her pale face turned crimson.

After a while, he nodded: "Okay."

"Ayan is really nice."

Feng Qian bent her eyes, turned her back to His Highness, and showed her back obediently.

Mu Yan's lips curled into a helpless and doting smile, and her cool fingertips landed on the girl's zipper.

He paused slightly, and his ears started to turn red.

Pull the zipper down and open it little by little.

As the zipper was pulled down, a large expanse of white snow was exposed, making the gods slightly stiff and shyly trying to avoid his gaze.

After the zipper was unzipped, he took a step back and pressed his back against the cold wall.

The wall was covered with a thin layer of water mist, and when he put it on his back, the water mist soaked the white shirt, bringing a chill.

Just now, his fingertips accidentally touched the girl's skin.

There, it seems to be faintly hot, with a current, sinking to the heart.

Just touching a point, before it happened like those in his memory, he was a little helpless, and the rhythm of his heart was no longer regular.

The little girl in front of her began to strip off her dress.

Mu Yan was stunned for a moment, then stepped forward to hold the girl's hand, preventing her from moving.

He walked around in front of Feng Qian and lowered his eyes slightly.

The girl tilted her head slightly, her blurry eyes revealing doubts.

Mu Yan said softly, "You're drunk, Qianqian."

The little girl paused and shook her head.

"Not drunk."

His fingertips landed on the side of the girl's face and lightly rubbed it.

The voice is gentle and stern: "I'm afraid you will regret it."