The young man in the black gold robe lifted the gauze curtain calmly, sat on the big bed, leaned back casually, looked at the woman who was still kneeling at the door, and said in a flat voice: "Why don't you come over?"
Hearing this, the woman hummed softly, then lowered her head and knelt over to the young man. She stretched out a pair of white hands, lifted one of the young man's legs, placed it on the small footstool, and then gently took off his boots for him.
Suddenly there was a bang, and the young man kicked the woman on the shoulder. The force was not strong, but it kicked her hand away. The woman was stunned and her body began to tremble. She fell to the ground and did not dare to raise her head.
The young man sat on the bed, frowned and looked at the woman with a gloomy face. He seemed a little angry and disappointed, but there was also a hint of inexplicable relief.
There was no need to look any further, the man slowly raised his head and looked at the roof.
This is too fantastic. If it were her, how could she be captured so easily? Even if he was captured while injured, he would definitely run away afterwards. How could he be so docile and respectful and serve others?
But it was the female assassin just now, the last voice, and her agile and superb fighting skills...
At this moment, he was almost 80% sure of that person's identity!
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but feel a little annoyed. Did he get caught in the heavy rain and damage his brain? However, despite this, he still did not send out his tracking experts and the guards of the City Defense House to capture the assassin. The psychology behind this was very subtle, and he was a little confused about his own intentions for a moment. Was it because he did not want to cause any more trouble? Is it because of that 20% uncertainty and hesitation? Or maybe you don't want her to fall into the hands of others?
Without giving it any more thought, he stood up and strode towards the bathing pool behind the screen. As he walked, he untied his outer robe and threw it on the ground. At this moment, he was only wearing a white cotton shirt, his black hair was scattered unruly behind him, his face was fair, his lips were red, his eyes were evil, and his whole body exuded a hint of handsome evil.
Just a woman!
He thought, I just want to get my things back.
As the light flickered, the young man had taken off his underwear, revealing his muscular arms. He walked to another room behind the screen and opened the door. Immediately, steam filled the air and warmth filled the air.
Chu Qiao kept her head down and never dared to look up at the man. Yes, the woman in the pink veil was Chu Qiao. A large number of soldiers from the City Defense House had just gathered outside. She knew clearly that even if she was holding an AK607 submachine gun, she would not be able to get out alive.
In a hurry, she could only resort to this last resort. She hid the unconscious woman and changed into her clothes in an attempt to get away with it. As expected, she won the bet, Tian Chengshou was deceived by her, and the man in front of her with great skills obviously had no interest in her.
Chu Qiao's lips twitched, feeling very proud in her heart. It would be best if this sanctimonious man who repeatedly ruined her plans was not interested in women. She would curse him and then drive her out, so that she could walk out with a swagger.
"You, come here." When Chu Qiao was secretly happy, a deep voice suddenly came from the door of the bathroom, "Wipe my back."
Chu Qiao's expression instantly became very complicated. She frowned, considering whether she should sneak in now and kill him with a knife when he was not prepared. But then, a word said by the man inside instantly relaxed her tense nerves.
"Then you can go out."
It is better to have less trouble than more. Chu Qiao stood up happily and followed quickly with the humility and obedience of a slave girl.
As soon as I opened the door of the bathroom, a wave of hot air hit me in the face, and there was white steam everywhere, making it blind and even difficult to breathe. Chu Qiao frowned and was about to go in when she heard the man inside say in a deep voice, "Take off your shoes."
Chu Qiao then realized that a warm feeling was coming from under her feet and her shoes were already mostly wet. Chu Qiao quickly retracted her feet, took off her wet shoes, and walked in barefoot.
This bathroom is extremely large, even larger than the bedroom outside. However, looking from the outside, ordinary people would never imagine that such a large space is hidden behind a screen. In the middle of the bathhouse is a large bathing pool that is comparable to a swimming pool. On each of the three walls of the bathing pool, there are four stone statues of beautiful women carved from white jade. These statues are all half-naked and in seductive postures. Steaming hot water gushes out from behind these twelve stone statues, flows into the bathing pool, then spreads from the edge of the bathing pool, flows along the ground to the surrounding sinks, and then flows out of the bathing room along the pipes.
Chu Qiao estimated that if water was boiled manually, it would be difficult to support such consumption. Moreover, the water temperature here was extremely high. With current technology, the water might have cooled down before it even flowed in, and there wouldn't be so much steam coming out. Obviously, this city defense palace must have been built on an underground hot spring, but it is unknown whether it is a natural hot spring or an artificial hot spring.
There were a few palace lanterns lit around the bathhouse, all of which were dim, ambiguous and faint. There were some relief carvings on the walls of the bathhouse. Chu Qiao looked carefully and found that they were all nude portraits of seductive women. They used all kinds of provocative poses to shyly cover key parts of their bodies, looking extremely charming.
Not sure if it was because the temperature in the room was too high, or for some other reason, but Chu Qiao blushed and immediately lowered her eyes, not daring to look anymore.
Above the bathing pool, there was a high platform with a blazing fire underneath it, roasting a warm kang on top. On the kang was a whole piece of white bear fur, with some fruits, wine and meat placed on both sides. Chu Qiao knew what it was used for at a glance. With this heated bed, the furs would not get wet even in such a bath room. This made it very convenient for the men to do some vigorous exercises beneficial to their physical and mental health with these charming little slave girls after taking a bath.
"Are you dead?" a low voice came slowly.
Chu Qiao rolled her eyes coldly and said, "Wipe your back! I'll rub off a layer of your skin!"
Then she stepped inside.
The closer you get to the bathtub, the thicker the steam becomes, and the less you can see. The edge of the bathtub is pitch dark.
Chu Qiao groped her way forward, constantly testing her feet. There was mist everywhere, so she didn't know if she had reached the edge of the bathing pool. Suddenly, there was a "plop" sound, and Chu Qiao stumbled. Her feet slipped, and she immediately lost her balance and fell into the pool. Originally, she could have stood firm with a side-step split, but considering that the person in the pool was a fighting expert, she could only swallow her anger and let herself fall into the huge pool.
However, at this moment, a slender hand suddenly stretched out and held Chu Qiao's waist. A great force came, and two neat pushes made Chu Qiao half-kneel beside the bathtub.
"I just asked you to come and rub my back, don't make so much trouble."
A low voice slowly sounded in the misty bath room, and that voice clearly carried a hint of coldness and disdain. Obviously, he had already determined that Chu Qiao's behavior just now was a disguised form of flattery.
Chu Qiao took a deep breath, suppressed the anger in her heart, groped her way to her knees by the pool, looked around for a while, but couldn't see the towel for wiping her back. Sweat broke out on her forehead and her brows slowly furrowed.
There was a splashing sound of water. Although Chu Qiao couldn't see it, she could still feel that the stinky man had turned around. In the misty water, Chu Qiao could even feel the other person's sharp and impatient gaze.
Because she had spoken at the end of the fight, in order to prevent the other party from recognizing her from her voice, she deliberately changed her voice and said in a sharp, soft and cautious voice: "How about I give you a massage first?"
The man in front didn't say anything, but just turned his head, as if he had acquiesced.
Chu Qiao rolled up her sleeves, stretched out a pair of white hands, and began to massage him.
An excellent agent must be able to perfectly interpret various identities in different environments, especially female agents. In order to complete the mission, some sexual sacrifices are inevitable. Chu Qiao had received professional training in the art of massage in modern times. Although she hadn't used it for so many years, it was fortunate that she had not neglected it. Soon, her professional massage skills won the satisfaction of the man in front of her. At the very least, through the man's gradually relaxed muscles, Chu Qiao knew that he had gradually calmed down.
Although his face cannot be seen, it is undeniable that the man has a great figure. Or, it cannot be described with just one word: “very”. His muscles are very strong, yet not as ferocious and tangled as those of ordinary warriors. His muscle lines are perfect, not an inch more or less, with both the elegance of a scholar and the masculine beauty of a man.
Chu Qiao scooped up some hot water with the scoop beside her and poured it over the man's shoulders. The water slowly flowed down his latissimus dorsi and sank into the steaming hot pool water. Chu Qiao's tender white fingers massaged his body vigorously, with great strength in her wrists, accurate identification of acupoints, and very professional techniques. The man took a deep breath slowly, then tilted his head back slightly, as if he was planning to fall asleep comfortably leaning on Chu Qiao's thighs.
Chu Qiao frowned, but could do nothing. She knew very well that this man was very skilled, and even if she tried her best, she might not have a chance to escape unscathed. Even if he could kill him by surprise, it would be difficult to escape from the siege of the guards outside the door. Restraining the anger in her heart, she held the man's shoulders and massaged slowly. After a while, he was already sweating profusely, and was even more tired than after a round of seven-boxing.
With a "pa" sound, a drop of sweat slid down the forehead and hit the man's nose. The young man said calmly without even opening his eyes: "Take off your clothes."
"Ah?" Chu Qiao was stunned for a moment, but suddenly realized that she had lost her composure, and quickly restrained her emotions and said, "Sir, what do you want to do?"
"You are eager for me to do something to you now." The young man chuckled, with a hint of sarcasm in his voice, "Unfortunately, I am not in the mood for it now. I just haven't seen anyone wearing clothes in the bath room, so I'm kindly reminding you so that you don't get too hot."
"Thank you for your kindness, sir. I am not hot."
Although he knew that this was a lie, the man didn't care and continued to remain silent when he thought of what Tian Chengshou said. After all, she is still a virgin. Although she has some tricks, her skin is still a little naive.
Chu Qiao looked very unhappy. There was a lot of moisture here and her eyes seemed blind. She didn't need to pretend anymore. This man was really going too far. Thinking of the touch she had just received on the roof of the corridor, Chu Qiao sneered, raised her eyebrows, and came up with a plan. Her fingers slowly moved down along his shoulders, her fingertips like butterflies, sliding down slowly, with a hint of flirting, little by little, stroking the man's shoulders, neck, and strong chest muscles, and then drawing circles up and down.