Chapter 63 Are you planning to just soak like this?
Sultan: "You must obey my orders."
Tu Xing stared at him for a few seconds, then gritted his teeth and replied, "Yes."
My intuition wasn't originally like this... Never mind, it's not that different.
Cleaning was naturally much more difficult. Sudan had a nasty smile on his face, and occasionally moved, which would touch Tu Xing.
From the current angle, Tu Xing is facing above.
After finally finishing the cleaning, he gave the command like a spell: "Come here."
Before Tu Xing took a step, he felt hot first, his throat rolled, and he moved closer to him.
Misunderstandings and guesses all happened.
Thirty minutes later, Tu Xing walked out of the door in a bathrobe, his cheeks red, his mouth sour, and his expression very cold.
The package was still under the bed in the original room. I didn't bring anything out except clothes, so I traveled light.
The Sultan came out from the back, wearing the same bathrobe, and seemed to be refreshed even before he actually took a bath in the hot spring.
Wasim bravely took two steps closer. The Sultan didn't seem so tyrannical today, so this was a stroke of luck from heaven, and it was a good time to flatter him!
He made a flattering face and gestured: "Your Majesty, please come this way. I will definitely satisfy you."
Sultan took big steps forward, followed by Tu Xing.
When they passed each other, Wasim stared at the white-skinned young man's cheek. The flattering expression on his face disappeared, his eyes showed doubt, and his body hesitated.
He suddenly shuddered and quickly pulled the person next to him, "Let the women in the room go out first, and then find out who the young man next to him is, the white one."
The servant-like man nodded and ran away along a small path.
Tu Xing stepped into the room, which was filled with white mist. In the middle was a huge pool, the edges of which looked like a naturally formed rock pool.
The Sultan threw his bathrobe over the edge and stepped into the pool.
The young man was about to catch up when he heard a sound from behind. He turned around in surprise and met Wasim's face.
He just stuck his head out, his body behind the wall, caught off guard and very scared.
Tu Xing stared at him for a few seconds and asked coldly, "What's the matter?"
Washim waved: "Come here."
Tu Xing hesitated and looked back, then walked out. There were guards on both sides of the door.
Tao Feike greeted him with a hint: "The boss has prepared some women and wants to ask you for your opinion."
Tu Xing smiled and nodded at him, then walked to the side with Wa Shim.
This person was a short, middle-aged man. "Indeed, as that brother said, we have prepared some women. May I ask who you are..."
The young man was nonchalant, his attitude sharp because of what had just happened: "Those who specialize in satisfying your majesty's desires usually have a stronger desire to kill."
"Are you going to send a few men over for His Majesty to kill? That way I can relax a bit."
Washim's lips trembled and he waved his hands repeatedly: "No, no, no, not this time."
The Sultan was a notorious tyrant, and this white-skinned young man had not been seen before, but now that he appeared, the Sultan did look quite normal.
Surprisingly normal, even.
The man believed it instantly and asked, "What's your name?"
"I don't think I've heard your name. Perhaps you've only recently arrived at His Majesty's side?"
Tu Xing: "Cyril, about a week or two. I'll go in first. If His Majesty gets angry and can't find me, I will tell him the truth about what happened."
"Hey, okay." Wasim spread his hands, palms facing the people, as if surrendering.
"Would you like something like fruit?"
Hearing this, Tu Xing's mood improved. After naming a few fruits, he walked back to Sudan.
The Sultan looked up and said, "Come down. There is a rock here to sit on."
"Yes." Tu Xing looked at the bathrobe on the ground and wondered whether he should throw it away too?
In the end I didn't throw it away. I remember I took this thing with me when I went into the water. Covering it can reduce the probability of something happening.
There are stones stacked up to form a staircase at the edge, and you can walk down from here.
The water temperature was high, and there was a medicinal fragrance mixed with the scent of roses. I lowered my head and glanced across the water, and saw many rose-red petals floating, with bright colors.
Tu Xing was a little curious, as this was his first time taking a hot spring bath.
Walk in the water to the Sultan and sit on the stone he mentioned, so that the water line is at neck level.
He let out a relieved sigh, "How long do you want to soak for?"
Sudan: "Half an hour." He turned his head and said, "Are you planning to just soak like this? Where's your sincerity?"
Tu Xing's face twitched, and he asked with suppressed anger: "Wasn't what you just said enough?"
The Sultan placed one hand on the edge of the pool, and he obviously enjoyed the wild and dramatic movements.
Said: "Other things, such as shoulder massage."
Tu Xing reluctantly agreed after hearing the words, and stood up and approached him, "I'm not very good at it, Your Majesty. I've only watched others do it before."
Sultan: “No problem.”
Tu Xing placed his hand on the nearest shoulder, pressing with moderate force.
After about seven or eight minutes, there was a knock on the door: "Knock knock knock——"
A woman's voice said, "Can you please bring in the fruit you requested?"
Sultan tilted his head, "What did you want?"
Tu Xing: "Yes, Your Majesty, the boss here just asked me what kind of fruit I wanted."
Sudan nodded and remained silent for a few seconds. Seeing that he was not going to respond, Tu Xing raised his head and looked towards the door:
"Come in, put it over here and you can get down."
Female voice: "Yes, sir."
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