Raiding That Tsundere [Quick Transmigration]

The bald Hua Zhirong hugged the bald Wen Jingshu, she didn't know where to put her flustered eyes, but fortunately Wen Jingshu let go soon.

Hua Zhirong couldn't say whether he was more disappointed or more fortunate. When he turned his head to look at Wen Jingshu, Wen Jingshu had already sat upright. Seeing Hua Zhirong's gaze, Wen Jingshu turned back. A cute smile, and then fished a bath towel out of the water.

Hua Zhirong quickly took the bath towel: "I'll do it myself."

"Okay." Wen Jingshu grabbed another bath towel and began to wipe himself.

Hua Zhirong subconsciously looked under the water, and Wen Jingshu handed the piece in front of his eyes: "It's gone."

Hua Zhirong coughed twice in embarrassment: "You, you use it."

Hua Zhirong wiped herself carelessly for a while, then turned her head to look at Wen Jingshu, and saw Wen Jingshu staring at the bath towel in a daze, and raised her head when she noticed his eyes: "Zhirong...you can't wipe it off from behind." The tone Wronged.

"Let me help you." Hua Zhirong tried to let his eyes fall on Wen Jingshu's face instead of glancing around. Wen Jingshu turned around in the narrow bathtub, Hua Zhirong's whole body The hairs are about to stand on end, just now Wen Jingshu's butt touched his calf, soft and elastic...

Hua Zhirong clenched the bath towel tightly, trying to get these messy things out of her mind, and shifted her gaze to Wen Jingshu's back.

Because of poverty, Wen Jingshu has been malnourished for many years, and his back is a bit too thin, but it is obvious that the lines are smooth, and with a little effort, he can show the shape of a little muscle. It doesn't look like he has no strength. Think about it, too. The children in the mountain village must have done a lot of farm work.

When the Huazhirong bath towel first touched Wen Jingshu's smooth back, she swallowed her saliva. Although she had a bath towel in her hand, but always accidentally, the skin on her hand would be the same as the skin on Wen Jingshu's back. Touching each other, Hua Zhirong wiped it for a long time, and his eyes stayed on his hand with integrity.

Wen Jingshu turned half of his face. Half of his body was resting on the bathtub, and his lower body was kneeling. Now he turned his head, his head was tilted slightly downward, and there was a little water vapor in his eyes, which made him look blurry. Zhirong shook his hand slightly.

"Your face," Wen Jingshu pursed his lips, "You've been wiping the upper part for a long time."

Hua Zhirong bowed her head when she heard the words, and saw that her waist was half hidden and half hidden in the water. Hua Zhirong touched Wen Jingshu's waist with shaking hands, and Wen Jingshu let out a little panting sound.

Hua Zhirong withdrew his hand all of a sudden, blushing almost to the point of bleeding, he stuttered and asked, "What, what's wrong?"

Wen Jingshu blinked innocently: "It's a little itchy."

The Face of Flowers: ...

Hua Zhirong took a deep breath, and washed Wen Jingshu for nothing without any distractions. When the two of them finished washing, the water was cold. In fact, the water should have been cold a long time ago. If Hua Zhirong hadn't used a little magic, Wen Jingshu will definitely get sick soon.

Wen Jingshu consciously climbed onto the bed after taking a shower. He was already tired, and after taking a bath for so long, he would probably be able to fall asleep as soon as he closed his eyes.

After successful foundation building, monks usually choose to meditate instead of sleeping, and Hua Zhirong is no exception. Since he was 12 years old, he has never slept since he was [-] years old. His Wen Jingshu, Hua Zhirong lay down beside him silently: "Go to sleep."

Wen Jingshu skillfully rolled half a circle, and hugged Hua Zhirong.

Wen Jingshu: ...

The Face of Flowers: ...

Hua Zhirong glanced at Wen Jingshu, Wen Jingshu withdrew his hand, and got into his arms, Hua Zhirong touched Wen Jingshu's head with satisfaction, and closed his eyes.

Hua Zhirong thought that she would not be able to fall asleep. After all, she hadn't slept for many years. She didn't expect to fall asleep as soon as she closed her eyes. When she woke up, she was still a little confused.

Taking a closer look, I was hugged by Wen Jingshu, who was younger than me, with difficulty. Although it was difficult, but I don't know why, it was inexplicably harmonious and natural.

Wen Jingshu opened his eyes, looked at Hua Zhirong for two seconds, silently raised his hands around Hua Zhirong's waist, put his arms around Hua Zhirong's neck, and buried his head in Hua Zhirong's neck. He rubbed against his chest twice.

Sure enough, Hua Zhirong forgot about the trivial matter of who was holding whom in a second, he blushed slightly, and said in an uncomfortable tone, "Being coquettish early in the morning."

Wen Jingshu was relieved to see that he had fooled around again, Hua Zhirong was still so easy to fool.

"Are you going to have breakfast?" Hua Zhirong asked suddenly.

Wen Jingshu thought for a while: "I don't want to eat."

Hua Zhirong, who was excitedly preparing to take Wen Jingshu to a delicious breakfast, was stunned. Seeing him like this, Wen Jingshu answered seriously from memory: "We are poor there, we don't eat breakfast, we only eat lunch and dinner." dinner."

Hua Zhirong has never experienced what it is like to be poor, but when his family Jing Shu said this word naturally, he felt a dull pain in his heart for no reason.

"No wonder there is not much meat." Hua Zhirong squeezed Wen Jingshu twice, suddenly paused, and retracted his hands uncomfortably.

I just touched my butt, not only not thin, but also very fleshy.

Wen Jingshu didn't seem to notice it, and protested softly: "There is meat."

Hua Zhirong subconsciously wanted to refute, but when she thought of what she touched just now, she couldn't say anything, and finally said: "Go eat."

Wen Jingshu got up and got dressed, Hua Zhirong frowned: "Go and buy two more clothes."

Wen Jingshu lowered his head to look at the rough linen clothes he was still wearing, and then looked at the dazzled look. Although the clothes were not famous, but the clothes were made of expensive materials, he pursed his lips.

Hua Zhirong grabbed Wen Jingshu's arm awkwardly: "It's not that I don't want you anymore, it's just a change of clothes."

"Did I embarrass Zhirong?" Wen Jingshu looked like he was about to cry, "I walked with Zhirong wearing this yesterday..."

"Where are you ashamed?" Hua Zhirong was taken aback, looking at Wen Jingshu who had tears in his eyes, he didn't know where to put his hands, raised his sleeve and wiped Wen Jingshu's face, and felt that this was not right. OK, put it down quickly.

Wen Jingshu's voice choked up: "I stained Zhirong's clothes."

"It's not this..." Hua Zhirong searched for a long time, and finally found a hand towel from nowhere, and wiped the corners of Wen Jingshu's eyes, "I just think the sleeves are too dirty."

Wen Jingshu finally stopped his sobs. He blinked, lowered his head halfway, and a small smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. He looked like a child who had been commended.

Hua Zhirong heaved a sigh of relief, while Hua Hua squatting on Wen Jingshu's shoulders trembled, why, it always felt that its Shu Shu was different from before, and, just now... Shu Shu seemed to be howling Twice, no, no tears came down.