The system always forces me to clean up

Chapter 71 The beauty is selfish and narrow-minded (4)

Early in the morning, the glare of the sun made Jing Zhao's eyelids twitch, and the next moment, he noticed the abnormality in his body.

The high fever has subsided, and the wound on the body has been treated briefly, but it is obvious that the person who bandaged the wound is not very skilled, and the bandages are loosely tied.

Jing Zhao frowned suddenly, a bit of confusion appeared in his eyes, why did his back hurt so hot?
Could it be that the straw pile in the stable was too disgusting?
Jing Zhao pinched his eyebrows, but his fingers accidentally touched his forehead.

Suddenly, a bulge the size of a small hill grew on his forehead, and it hurt a little when he touched it.

Jing Zhao: "..."

He seemed to understand a little bit, but not quite.

Looking around, Jing Zhao looked at this place.

The place is neither big nor small, a bit like a small wing room. The reason why it is called like is because compared with the wing room, there are very few things that should be in this room.

There was a strong smell of rouge and powder in the air that lingered, but no rouge and gouache was found in this room.

There was a barrier diagonally opposite, with a red curtain hung behind the barrier, and a bathing barrel could be vaguely seen. Jing Zhao's expression changed and he looked away.

With a clatter, a figure stood up behind the thin gauze, with long wet hair hanging naturally behind his head, his figure was slender and slender, his slender waist was full of softness, hazy and alluring.

The owner of the body stepped out of the tub and reached for the facekerchief hanging on the wooden stand.

The position of the wooden stand is relatively far away, and if you want to get the facekerchief, you have to stretch your hand out of the curtain.

Rationality told Jing Zhao that he should not look at injustice and should not destroy other people's innocence, but in fact he secretly looked at them from the corner of his eyes.

The fingertips that were exposed first were white and pink, and the white and tender forearm disappeared in a flash, and Jing Zhao's mood was also inexplicably lost.

Qi Si turned around slowly.

Chest Yimapingchuan.

Jing Zhao: "..."

404: "The target character's blackening value is +10, and the current blackening value is 80."

Qi Bang: "My heart is really dark, I didn't figure out the gender, and I was fascinated by it, and then I blamed me^_^."

Look at the one-time added blackening value, it's ten points up.

The person behind the curtain made a gesture to come out, Jing Zhao froze, like a student who was caught cheating in an exam, his eyes flicked back and forth in a little panic, as if he was looking for a good place to hide.

Immediately, Jing Zhao's eyes paused on the bruises on the young man's body.

Those who do evil things have a good grasp of where they are.

The net is some positions that cannot be seen with clothes on.

Jing Zhao was stunned.

This stunned, missed the best time to hide.

The young man's delicate face blushed with anger, and he wrapped his clothes around his body, viciously covering up those traces.

"Rogue! Pervert!"

The boy threw the facekerchief in his hand at Jing Zhao, hitting him right in the face.

Not long ago, the face mask was wiped by the boy to wipe the water droplets on his body, and it carried a fresh fragrance from the boy's body.

Jing Zhao didn't say anything. He silently took off the facekerchief and held it in his hand. His eyelashes were slightly furrowed, and he couldn't guess what he was thinking.

Standing there blankly like a log.

Qi Si was about to explode. The man he had tried so hard to save was secretly watching him take a bath. If he had known about it, he should have let him burn to death in the stable and left him alone.

Qi Bang's widened eyes were wide open, and his ferocious expression thought he was full of intimidation, but he didn't know that with his shoulders exposed, water dripping from his hair, and bruises on his body, he was tight Clutching the corner of his clothes, he was afraid of his beautiful boy.

The fierce expression is like a kitten.

Zhang Yang danced his claws, but his strength seemed to be scratching an itch.

　Qi Si:?

　　Qi Si: Do you look down on me?

　　
　
(End of this chapter)