The Group Pet Sister Became the Petite Bag of the Powerful Minister

Song Zhao froze for a moment, and said unnaturally, "Aren't you going to take a bath too?"

! She also wanted to take this opportunity to soak her legs that were stinky from the medicine.

It's easy for the two maids to fool around.

But Si Yu came to help, this guy's eyes are poisonous!

Si Yu drove the two maids out, closed the door, rolled up the sleeves of her robe gracefully, and said softly, "I'll just use the water you used to wash your body."

Song Zhao's mouth twitched, "I haven't bathed in ten days, are you sure?"

Si Yu, "...this king does not despise you."

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand to undress Song Zhao, stripped him naked, and slowly put him back into the bathtub.

The leg with the bandaged knee was safely protected by him in his arms, without a drop of water getting on it.

Song Zhao sighed silently in his heart, put his chin on the edge of the tub, and gave up struggling.

Hot water soaks the skin, bringing comfortable heat, dry and comfortable.

She half-closed her eyes, exhaled lightly, and asked lazily, "Is it all muddy?"

Si Yu raised his head to wash Song Zhao from the beginning to the end. Hearing this, he lowered his eyes and glanced at the girl's white and flawless body, his nasal cavity tightened slightly, and his voice was low, "It's very clean."

Song Zhaocai didn't believe his nonsense, "You can only coax me with nice words."

She turned sideways.

Si Yu's breathing became heavier.

He averted his eyes calmly, then bowed his head and kissed Song Zhao's protruding butterfly bone lightly.

The clean room is steaming hot.

The corners of the man's lips were very red and slightly dry. When he pressed it against his back, Song Zhao's waists on both sides sank a bit sensitively.

Si Yu's hands were terribly hot.

He wrapped Song Zhao's body with a towel, and quickly carried him out of it.

Song Zhao's arm hooked the man's tense shoulders, and teased him maliciously, "I still haven't applied the essential oil."

"Wipe next time."

Si Yu's voice is obviously depressed, very sexy.

"No, wipe it off." Song Zhao.

Si Yu's forehead bounced, and he pressed the girl's buttocks firmly with his palm.

He almost gritted his teeth and said, "Is it okay to wipe it on for you?!"

Song Zhao smiled and stuck it into his arms, she would not be awkward now.

Si Yu hasn't touched Song Zhao for a long time.

If he hadn't taken Song Zhao's body into consideration, he would not have endured today.

When he just bathed her body, he tried not to look at Song Zhao, and kept chanting the mantra in his heart.

At this moment, he had to touch the girl's skin with his hands.

Double impact of vision and touch.

Si Yu's chest heaved obviously, "Can you let the servant girl come in and wipe it for you?"

Song Zhao asked,

He paused for a moment, blushed slightly "hmm", and felt that he was nothing after the answer.

Song Zhao couldn't even stand up on his legs, and he was still thinking about this and that.

Song Zhao leaned forward, put his arms around his neck, and kissed his chin, "Actually, I can."

I can't sleep so early.

Let's do something fun instead.

"Song Zhao." Although he was very moved, he pulled her away seriously, warning with his eyes, "Don't get angry."

"Then I thought about it too." Song Zhao said, staring at Si Yu's handsome face, suddenly blessed with happiness, and kissed the corner of his lips, "Let's have a baby."

Si Yu's mind froze.

He froze in place, staring at the girl's flushed face after she said this, imagining a baby who looked like Song Zhao.

Heart beating violently. His heart was hot, and the back of his ears and the top of his neck were hot.