Chapter 80: Seeing the Patriarch, it will come naturally
His paralyzed body had lost all feeling, so Bo Han had to focus more on watching the scars on his body disappearing.
A slender white wrist trembling lightly, a body without a trace of blood, and skin gradually becoming smooth and delicate. Even as his own body was constantly being shaved off by the dagger, Bo Han gradually became addicted to Anos An's neat technique and serious expression.
After all the scars on his upper body were treated, the vines wrapped around Bo Han's hands and feet lifted him up so that Anos An could treat the scars on his legs.
The embarrassing thing was that because Bo Han was a little too tall, even though his head had touched the cold and hard ceiling, he could only make his abdomen level with Anos An's line of sight.
Bai Han leaned over and looked at the furry head on his lower abdomen, and he had an uncontrollable reaction.
From this perspective, the Patriarch seems to be giving me... It's really...
"Hmm? So energetic so soon?"
Because the two were so close, the breath exhaled by Anos An while he was speaking even blew down some of Bo Han's hair.
The parts that had not been anesthetized had become extremely sensitive. Now, with just a light touch from Anos An's light breath, Bo Han was on the verge of losing control. His brows were furrowed, his teeth were clenched, and his perfect and beautiful abdomen kept tensing and contracting under her gaze.
'Snap!'
The sound of water drops hitting the ground penetrated the noisy sound of rain, exploded in Bo Han's mind, and made his body freeze instantly.
"You'd better hold it in, otherwise..."
Anos An's gentle whisper carried an obvious sense of danger. Even though he didn't say the second half of the sentence, Bo Han shook his head very seriously. He bit his cheeks sore before he finally calmed down.
"Master, I will hold back."
"Well, that's good!"
Anos An half bent over, with his chin pressed against the sensitive body, and left a light kiss on Bo Han's smooth abdomen.
"Patriarch..."
The sensitive body was stroked by Anos An's delicate and soft jaw, and the place that was kissed was on the verge of anesthesia, which was already numb. If you didn't see it with your own eyes, you wouldn't even feel your body being kissed.
The complex feelings, visual impact, and tactile feedback from his not-so-good body made Bo Han unconsciously fall into a joyful and bitter confusion.
Seeing that the other person was amused to the extreme by him, Anos An finally calmed down and half-knelt to prepare to treat the scar on his leg.
"Master, you...I..."
"Um?"
Bo Han, stimulated by Anos An's action of kneeling on one knee in front of him, spoke incoherently. When he met those raised dark red eyes, he was instantly drowned by the tenderness and indulgence in them. His mind went blank and he couldn't utter another word.
"Be good and relax your feet. Don't use too much force, or you'll bleed."
Anos An smiled gently at Bo Han and comforted him gently. After seeing his legs, which were originally tense and raised horizontally, suddenly lose their strength and naturally drop down, he carefully began to treat the scars on his legs.
The master of the house is so... spoiled... he's about to be spoiled...
In the silent room, the two deliberately shallow breaths were completely masked by the sound of the rain, as if it was a frozen picture of love.
After treating the last wound, Anos An stood up and lowered Bo Han to a normal height. He placed his soft palm on his delicate chest and moved it back and forth on his smooth skin.
"it's beautiful!"
Bai Han looked down at his body, his eyes inexplicably red.
Anos An put his palm around Bo Han's back, bent his body, and with his other hand, he grabbed his legs and held him steadily in his arms.
"Just rest well for the next two days. Don't scratch if you feel itchy after the anesthesia! Otherwise, you'll get wounds and cause more trouble."
Anos An put the person on the bed, gave some gentle instructions, and was about to stand up and leave, but Bo Han grabbed his wrist.
"Master, don't go!"
"Um?"
Bo Han looked straight into those dark red eyes: "I don't want to rest. I've rested enough last night. I want to make spiritual compensation to the head of the family! I can do it!"
Anos An's wrist was held and he was brought into the bed by Bo Han without any resistance, and placed on his body, which was smoother and more delicate than that of the other sentinels.
Bo Han, whose vitals were grasped by Anos An, groaned deeply and took the initiative to play with his body seductively by taking her wrist.
Anos An did not refuse his initiative, but just chuckled: "Your body may not be able to move around easily now!"
Bai Han blushed instantly after being teased. He glared at her with resentment and embarrassment, "What does it matter? I'm not anesthetized here. Besides, no matter how inconvenient it is for me to move, I have to let you do whatever you want."
"And..." Bo Han's voice deepened, and his fiery breath became even stronger. "I'm extremely sensitive now, and I'm sure I'll experience an unprecedented feeling. Patriarch, give it to me, please?"
"Hmm?" Anos An curled his lips and smiled. "That's you. It makes no difference to me. Besides, I'm the one doing the hard work! Why should I do such a thankless task?"
"But I want..."
Bai Han's voice was hoarse, and he was struggling clumsily under the quilt, trying to please the soft little hands.
"Master, I know you care about me."
"I really want to try it. Can you help me?"
"Patriarch..."
"Where did you learn to act like a spoiled child?" Anos An chuckled and clenched his fingers. "The sentries of the Anos family don't have this course, do they?"
"When you see the master of the family, you will naturally learn it."
Bo Han's tone was serious, and Anos An didn't think he was lying.
Two equally serious people made the atmosphere instantly warm and affectionate.
Anos An leaned over and kissed Bo Han deeply and passionately, and his hands quickly controlled his body according to his instructions.
After a while, Anos An pulled his hand out, wiped it on the dry quilt, and then lifted the wet quilt to the ground, exposing Bo Han's delicate and beautiful body.
It was just the cold wind that blew up when the quilt was overturned. Bo Han, who had just calmed down, raised his head and chest again, pointing at Anos An with high spirits.
Anos An raised his eyebrows in surprise: "Is it already this sensitive?"
"Then won't you be..."
"Shut up!"
Before Anos An could finish her words, Bo Han glared at her angrily and interrupted her.
Anos An chuckled and took the big hand that was covering his mouth away, carefully pecking and kissing each delicate and thin knuckle. His dark red eyes stared at Bo Han's blushing cheeks with a fiery smile.
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