Youwu knew why he stubbornly kept bringing up old things.

It's still dancing, but the meaning is different.

Initially, I wanted to humiliate this enemy in front of everyone, but later I respected her self-esteem and did not force this. It was only used as an opportunity to test her royal self-esteem and the lack of moral integrity of her evil thoughts.

Now it's private training, "master and servant" training.

Because before, she didn't look like a servant at all, and she wasn't even qualified as a subordinate.

When everyone was investigating, they took action on their own initiative and exposed their whereabouts.

The battle situation actually had the intention of testing him, putting everyone in crisis.

He calls himself "master" and pleads guilty, but how do he actually regard himself as a servant? Let alone a servant, even his subordinates do it reluctantly and even hide their hostility. Even the enemy knows that this can be incited to rebel.

But Xia Guixuan didn't blame her for her previous performance, saying she was "not guilty". He didn't press for orders, he just asked, "Are you willing?"

The choice is still hers, she can refuse, or she can... be willing.

It does not contain humiliation, but rather brings hope.

Of course she can dance, and the memory of merging with Longyou has not been forgotten. How could the demon fox not dance? Even if she couldn't dance before, she understands it now. When can she let go of the past, let go of the queen's dignity, and be willing to die for him?

When you dance, you can truly let go of your worries.

Just saying that, it’s just a dance, it’s nothing.

But Youwu knew that he had a hidden meaning.

He was just greedy for her beautiful body and wanted to see how she danced, to see the body wrapped in armor showing off to him, to see the silent and solemn shadow lightning show off its charming charm...so he never forgot it.

Otherwise, why do you have to use dancing? There are many other methods of proof.

You Wu remained silent, her determined face gradually turning red.

How come I was defeated and captured by such a person? It doesn’t really count for sex, at least I didn’t actually play with the prisoner. But this... you might as well force me to play with you. I can still tell myself that I was forced. How does this count now?

, it just makes people blush, makes people feel confused, and makes people take the initiative to do things that would be worse than death...

But...he thinks it looks good...

In a sense, is this something to be happy about?

Show it to people who think it looks good.

She raised her head slightly and looked at his snowy white hair. The words of rejection were stuck in her throat, but she couldn't say anything.

The lips moved for a while, and finally turned into an inaudible sentence: "I would like to dance for you."

Xia Guixuan blinked twice.

A gentle breeze passed by around me, and You Wu stepped on the microwave of the pool water and arrived in the mist of the pool.

She had just come out of the bath. She was no longer wearing the golden battle armor, but just an ordinary temple robe. The blue energy was flowing, and the golden silk threads were edging, with mystery, seriousness, nobility, and beauty.

The long black hair is like a waterfall, floating in the air like the deepest night in the universe.

The eyes are like electricity, like shooting stars, like lightning, like the collision of firelight in the universe, flickering in the night, glancing at it suddenly, and avoiding it with a pursed lips, like a fleeting mystery, a search hidden in the depths of the universe.

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The lotus feet are stepping on the water, without shoes, not like jade waves, not like pearls and snow-white, with a healthy and wild color, like a goddess who stepped out of the ancient tribe and broke the sea and sky.

Then the war drums beat loudly, thunder and lightning flashed, and blue and purple electric lights intertwined in the sky and sea, like an ancient war song.

Wild life, the body is full of explosive power, perfect curves, and...primitive desires.

The gentle steps in this pool of water, in my mind, would be the dance of the ethereal fairies, the gentle glances without music, but they are danced out of the universe with its own war drums.

Putting aside the male and female affairs, this is the dance of the Taiqing Dynasty, which has its own way. Xia Guixuan looked at it and actually had some understanding of the way, and gradually fell into a trance.

The stars fall, the lightning stops, the dusk falls, and the sea and sky are vast.

The smoke waves passed by, the clouds dispersed and the rain stopped.

Youwu stopped, the red glow on her face almost spread to her body, she tensed up and whispered: "Dance is over..."

Xia Guixuan was still staring at her in trance.

You Wu wanted to cover her body in shame and anger, but found that there was nothing to cover, and she didn't take off her clothes... But the way he stared at her made her feel hot and uncomfortable, as if he was not wearing any clothes.

She really wanted to run away, but that was a kind of "self-determination" without instructions.

So he stood there helpless, like a lamb awaiting judgment.

Xia Guixuan finally came to his senses and saw how she didn't know where to put her hands. He suddenly smiled: "It looks good."

Youwu: "..."

Xia Guixuan said: "How can you be willing to let such a body disappear?"

It is true that there is no intention to humiliate, it is still a sexual criticism.

Youwu's shame and anger subsided, and she couldn't help but said: "You think it looks good, so I want to keep it?"

"Um?"

"Then I think you look good with gray hair, why don't you stop growing it?"

"Eh..." Xia Guixuan was startled, then laughed and said, "You think it looks good?"

You Wu seemed to realize that there was something wrong with what he said. He turned his head slightly and said with a pinched neck: "Can't I have aesthetics?"

"Yes." Xia Guixuan smiled slightly: "Since you think it looks good... then let's stick to this color from now on."

You Wu was stunned for a moment, then turned back to look at his expression.

Xia Guixuan smiled slightly and said very casually: "What I want to adjust is the essence of the passing of life, not the appearance. In terms of appearance, if you think it looks good, then do what you like."

Youwu was silent for a moment, then her voice became fainter: "Um... do other people think black looks good?"

Xia Guixuan blinked: "I am black in front of others, but I am white in front of you."

Youwu finally laughed out loud: "There are so many women around you. If everyone has the same aesthetic and you have the same hair color every day, I don't know if one week will be enough."

Xia Guixuan also smiled and patted the edge of the pool beside him: "Would you like to take a bath together?"

Youwu didn't feel ashamed or angry, and said with a straight face: "Is this the master's order?"

"This is teasing."

"Then I refuse."

"What if it's an order?"

"Then I will rebel."

"Hahaha..." Xia Guixuan said with a smile: "Then... come and give me a shoulder squeeze?"

You Wu curled her lips, but did not refuse this. She slowly stepped into the water and walked to him. After hesitating for a moment, she finally soaked in the water with him.

Then he patted him on the shoulder: "Turn around."

Xia Guixuan turned around calmly.

You Wu let him lean against her, gently squeezed his shoulders, and said nothing more.

Since they were masters and servants, they all danced for him, so it seemed like it should be right? But he was not wearing anything, so he was leaning naked against his own body, which was only in silk robes. It felt like there was no distance between them.

Isn’t it better to take a bath together?

I don’t know why, I’m really not ashamed.

Why did it become like this...dance and dance away all your self-esteem and reserve?

Maybe it's because... he's so undefended.

Youwu looked at his back and neck, knowing that if she had any objections, he would really suffer this time.

But the more this happens, the less I can think about it, and the more I pay attention to the massage on my hands.

Her study of life and flesh means that she not only knows how to injure the opponent with one blow, but also knows where to press and how hard to make the opponent feel more comfortable.

Maybe he is right... everyone needs to get along, "Only if I can trust you and protect you can I earn your respect and protection."

Even the emperor's mind has recognized it.

Youwu stopped looking at the blood vessels on his neck, and her eyes quickly fell on the white hair.
Chapter completed!