He closed his eyes and tried to open his face, but he squeezed his chin. He immediately pushed his hand, but after trying several times, he couldn't push it away.

In the darkness, I felt his thick thumb belly rubbing along the corners of her eyes, nose and cheeks, and the touch was very strong.

"I feel so uncomfortable. Let go of me quickly, I can wash myself!"

After enduring about half a stick of incense, the man finally let go of her chin. Su Wanrong felt relieved and quickly lowered her head, pulled her sleeves and wiped her eyes.

"Look at how clean I have washed you."

The sense of foreign objects in his eyes finally eased a little. Su Wanrong tried to blink twice, and her vision was a little blurred at first. She could barely see the object, but she faced Yin Mang's prideful face.

This man was childish and ridiculous. Su Wanrong didn't want to see him as much as he did. She pursed her lips and snorted in her nose, preparing to find a more peaceful place to soak her feet quietly.

Su Wanrong had a good idea, but Yinmang might not have helped her.

As soon as she stood up, she had not had time to take a step, and Yinmang slowly grabbed her wrist again.

Su Wanrong twitched twice but couldn't twitch, then suddenly turned around and stared at him with her beautiful eyes: "You have also washed your face. What else do you want to do now?"

"You are wrong. What do you mean? What do I want to do?"

Yinmang still maintained his just posture and sat motionless on the stone.

Now I lifted my eyelids and looked at her, and said in a lazy voice:

"I am the master of the Nine Five, and I just washed my face for you. That is the blessing of your eight lifetimes. It's not what I want to do, but what do you want to repay me?"

"It's not that I begged you to wash my face, it's clearly that you insisted on helping me wash it!" As soon as Yinmang finished speaking, Su Wanrong widened her eyes. She couldn't believe it, and raised her voice and retorted.

She thought this man was really ridiculous!

He can speak lies with his eyes open and speak so righteously. He is the only one who has been around since ancient times. He is really angry and loses his temper. Apart from glaring at him hatefully, he doesn't know what kind of reaction he should make.

But Yinmang himself looked distracted.

He said, "No matter what the reason, I have helped you, it is a foregone conclusion and you can't escape it. Since you claim to be a kind person, you have to repay my kindness for washing your face."

Su Wan smiled angryly, and simply followed his words and asked with a sneer: "Is that so? Then your Majesty, let me tell you what should I do to repay Your Majesty's grace for being condescending and washing my face?"

As if she didn't hear the sarcasm in her mouth, Yinmang nodded and said seriously: "It's not as good as condescending... Let's do this. Since I have washed your face for you and don't ask you for more, come and scrub me for a bath."

Su Wanrong snorted coldly, not moving at all.

Yinmang's face immediately sank.

"What? You don't want to help me with a bath?"

Could it be that she still has to be grateful to scrub him for the bath?

It was already obvious that the man was looking for trouble for nothing, but Su Wanrong became less interested in paying attention to him.

But against the little girl who tried to get away with silence, Yinmang had more clever methods. He squinted his eyes and stared at her for a while, then laughed out loud.

Su Wanrong was so angry that she was laughing at her. After holding it for a while, she asked uneasyly: "Why are you laughing at?"

Yinmang shook his head, "Nothing."

After pausing for a while, he continued, "I think you don't want to help me, and probably because I don't have enough favors to you. I just thought about it and think about other ways to give you some other benefits--"

Halfway through the conversation, he suddenly stopped. A pair of dark eyes fell meaningfully on Su Wanrong's chest.

Su Wanrong seemed to have some realization in her heart, and her eyelids twitched.

"You, what do you mean?"

Yinmang replied with a smile: "It's not interesting. I want to take advantage of the rare opportunity to serve my queen to cleanse other places."

Then he stretched out his arms and leaned into her clothes, as if he was going to take off her clothes the next moment.

What Su Wanrong is most afraid of in her daily life is that this man is a hooligan.

Especially when Yue Xin just arrived, her body was inconvenient. Now she has a menstrual belt under her underwear. How could she really let this harsh man peel her clothes?

Almost as soon as Yinmang rushed up, Su Wanrong panicked. He hurriedly covered his chest, turned his back, and shouted in a hurry: "I'll help you rub! I'll help you rub, right? Don't touch me!"

...

Su Wanrong was forced to come over by Yinmang. She came out in a hurry and didn't even bring a bath towel. After hearing this, Yinmang muttered a little trouble. After thinking for a while, he picked up the shirt that he had thrown on the shore not long ago and stuffed it to her, asking her to make do with it as a bath towel.

Yinmang is tall, but Su Wanrong is naturally petite. After she tried to tiptoe, her head would only reach the position of his chin.

In order to make the little girl more relaxed, Yinmang even took a shallow water place in mind and sat directly in the hot spring.

"Okay, stop moji, hurry up and start."

At this moment, she heard the man's impatient urging, and she was holding the middle cloak that was faintly scattered with the smell of man's sweat. She really didn't know where to start.

Now he stood behind the man, staring at the man's dark and strong back for a long time. He bit his lips and hesitated for a while before squatting down, scooping a handful of water into his palm, and pouring it tentatively on the man's broad arms.

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Chapter completed!