Haitang walked directly towards the innermost room on the second floor.

Fishing? Yes, she wanted to try it, but she thought this fish was not that easy to catch.

"Drip, drip, drip"

Haitang entered the password and the glass door gradually turned into fog.

She walked straight into the door and saw a not-too-long street. Haitang took off her high heels, hooked them with her index finger, and walked inside on tiptoe.

Haitang was looking around, mumbling, "Hey, where is Xiaoqingqing? I finally came out, and it's so unlucky that I can't see him. I feel so heartbroken~"

Nangong Qingzheng came out of the shower and saw a female talking to herself in front of him...

He curled the corners of his lips, said nothing, and gently wrapped the bath towel around his waist.

Haitang calculated his steps, and when he approached, his feet slipped...

"Ah~"

Nangong Qing raised his eyebrows, showing no intention of offering a hand to help the person, and even wanted to step back! !

Haitang: "!!!"

Good man, don’t you know how to be gentle with women? ?

When Haitang fell down, she pulled Nangong Qing's bath towel off with her hand.

Haitang knelt between his legs!!!

Nangong Qing: "......"

"Ah~" Haitang quickly covered her eyes with her hands.

He looked through his fingers again.

"Have you seen enough?"

"cough."

"Can you get up now? You're holding my towel."

"Here, here, you are. It's not like you don't have hands. Can't you help me?"

Haitang stood up angrily and in a bad tone, but her movements were very gentle as she handed him the bath towel.

Nangong Qing looked at her hand holding the towel, and her palm was red.

Nangong Qing took the towel and wrapped it around himself again. He frowned and sniffed gently. The towel wrapped around him had an extremely wonderful smell...

His eyes glanced at Haitang's knees again, which were also red.

Nangong Qing sighed, "Follow me."

"ah?"

Nangong Qing ignored her and walked straight into the room.

...

99: "Su 㹏, are you playing hard to get?"

"No, I call it improvisation."

99: "But you, my Lord, are hurt from the fall~"

"roll."

99: "Okay~"

...

Nangong Qing took out the communicator and connected to the room. A medicine box popped out and he took out an ointment.

Pointed to the sofa.

Haitang's face was flushed, and she pursed her lips, looking like a shy little girl...

It's just pretending!!!

But her skirt was too short, and the patch was at her knees, so not only could her legs not be crossed, but they had to be lowered.

Even if Nangong Qing didn't look away, the looming sexiness still fell within his field of vision.

Nangong Qing: "......"

"Thank you."

"Need not."

Nangong Qing's hands were light and gentle.

I don't know if it's the medicine or his fingers that are cold...

"Hmm..."

"Does it hurt?"

"Um."

Nangong Qing bent down and blew gently.

Haitang looked at him gently.

But inadvertently, it seemed that the high heels were not stable and my foot twisted.

The scenery in front of him made him breathe...