The Merry Prince of the Republic of China[Transmigration Book]

At this time, Shen Qingchuan is like a hanju soaked in the misty spring of fairy mist, the water is so lingering, as if it is about to pinch out bright red water, so beautiful that people almost think that he is not a real person.

His natural complexion is extremely fair, and his shoulders have a soft light glow like white pearls under the light.

It really is a person piled up like gold and jade.

A ladle of hot water was poured onto his shoulders, and the steaming white mist moistened Shen Qingchuan's black and dense eyelashes, which drooped and were damp with water vapor, making them appear very quiet, elegant and well-behaved.

The white shoulders were steamed into a light pink in an instant by the steam. Behind Shen Qingchuan, Guan Boya's long hair was wet and stuck to his back like a jade mountain. He had long legs and narrow waist, and smooth muscle lines in his arms and chest. Strong and graceful, just like a fierce and vigorous mermaid that emerges from the deep sea in the legend of monsters.

Shen Qingchuan was poured with that ladle of hot water, and made a soft hissing sound, as if his skin was scalded, and with a splashing sound, he stood up with a whoosh, and said, "I'd better go take a shower."

A pair of jade-like hands pinched his waist and dragged it back. Shen Qingchuan's waist was extremely slender, with smooth and clean lines, and the texture was just right when pinched. His fingers were like falling into a slippery snowdrift. slip.

"Don't move, you haven't finished washing yet."

Guan Boya's excellent jawline slipped a drop of water and landed on Shen Qingchuan's shoulder, he said close to Shen Qingchuan's ear.

Shen Qingchuan looked up at Guan Boya with extremely soft eyes, like a soft satin, trying to make Guan Boya spare him this time.

After Guan Boya noticed the whip wound on his back, her expression became extremely terrifying, her eyes looked like she wanted to eat people.

In order to coax him, Shen Qingchuan kissed his Adam's apple, and then somehow, it became the current situation.

Yin Hong's lips parted slightly before he could say anything, and his slender and white fingers pinched the sides of the bathtub tightly. Shen Qingchuan couldn't help making a slightly loud sound, which caused Guan Boya to smile softly.

Guan Boya's fingers were walking on Shen Qingchuan's snowy back, carefully avoiding those whip wounds, the hot water vapor made the whip wounds redder, and there was a kind of glamorous look on this white-like back. A sense of confusion, evoking the darkness deep in one's heart, making one want to exert more force to torture him and leave more traces.

The wandering fingertips and the trickling hot water landed on the intact skin on Shen Qingchuan's back, precisely avoiding the scars, and dangerously brushing the edge of the whip, the skin appeared like ants gnawing Bite, the fine and shattered crisp pain, even his bones are going to soften, and the calf is soaked in hot water.

This is more like a torture method with superb skills.

The heat was steaming, and the water vapor had already soaked Shen Qingchuan's hair. Guan Boya inserted his fingers into the sweaty hair on his forehead, and his thin lips raised a shallow smile. His voice was full of magnetism, hoarse and gorgeous like a siren's voice, Said, "What's wrong?"

Shen Qingchuan knew that Guan Boya was pretending to be stupid, and asked the question knowingly, Shen Qingchuan had already made up his mind, he leaned against Guan Boya's chest, Guan Boya seemed to wrap him in his arms, thinking of a sea monster Guard your treasures and don't let anyone peep.

Shen Qingchuan raised his neck, gently pecked and kissed Guan Boya's chin backwards and upwards, and tapped his tongue lightly, moistening that small piece of skin, just like the strength of a fish jumping out of the water to pick up a lotus petal.

Shen Qingchuan's eyes were clear and ignorant, as if he was drunk, full of wine, extraordinarily alluring, as if he wanted to suck people in, he was like a child who wanted to eat candy.

The soft lips gently touched the jade-like chin again and again.

Guan Boya's expression is like a fairy in white clothes in Hanshan Mountain, when he is not smiling, he is like frost flowers on a cold stone, cold and inviolable, at this moment his eyes are dark.

"Qingchuan." Guan Boya's voice was hoarse, and it sounded like a cello being played in this empty bathroom, with a beautiful tone.

"Huh?" Shen Qingchuan raised his head with a somewhat dazed look in his eyes.

Facing Shangguan Boya's eyes that seemed to be setting fire in the dark, before he could react, a wet kiss came down, biting and forceful.

Shen Qingchuan's chin was forced to be lifted with one hand by Guan Boya, water vapor penetrated from the cracks in his lips, and he relentlessly explored the soft territory until his lips were kissed enough.

Shen Qingchuan leaned against Guan Boya's arms and almost slipped into the water of the bathtub. He raised his slender arms and touched Guan Boya's cheek. hair.

Pushed to the point of desperation, Shen Qingchuan lightly bit the tip of his tongue that was sweeping around with his white teeth, he didn't dare to use too much force, and only touched it lightly in an attempt to express his protest in this way.

Little did they know, this method was even more irritating.

Guan Boya kissed more deeply, like a boa constrictor biting its prey tightly, and would not let go easily. This kiss was just drinking poison to quench thirst.

The warm temperature in the mouth is like taking a sip of high-concentration spirits, and the hot skin is hot.

Shen Qingchuan unconsciously swayed his body slightly, bending out of the arc of the bow tensely. There was something low behind him which made him feel a little uncomfortable, and made him want to get out of this predicament. He bent his legs slightly, and trimmed his toenails under the water. Clean, with pinkish round grapes curled up, exuding a very attractive arc.

Drops of water slid down the neck, forming a small puddle on the shoulder socket, Guan Boya's fingers seemed to inadvertently brush against the reddened scar on the delicate collarbone, and his arms locked Shen Qingchuan's slender waist.

His fingers gradually sank into the gradually wet place and pressed.

Guan Boya loosened his mouth, his body tensed up, as if restraining something, he slightly lowered his head and bit Shen Qingchuan's ear, and whispered suggestively, "I'll let you go today, I'll wait until you get better." punish you."

However, Shen Qingchuan was a little dissatisfied, Guan Boya blocked him to calm him down in the water to avoid his injuries, and then lifted Shen Qingchuan from the cold bathtub.

Guan Boya carefully wiped off the water droplets on Shen Qingchuan's body with a towel, then wrapped him in a thick bathrobe, and carried him out.

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The light in the room was bright, and the windows had been closed long ago to block out the biting cold autumn wind outside.

Shen Qingchuan waited until he was lying on the soft bed before recalling that he seemed, as if he was courting Guan Boya just now, when he thought of this Shen Qingchuan's face was burning hot, bursting red like a big tomato.

Guan Boya took a cold shower, wore a white bathrobe, and held a small porcelain bottle. When she returned to the room, she saw Shen Qingchuan curled up like a silkworm baby wrapped in a quilt.

Guan Boya walked over, pulled Shen Qingchuan's quilt, and found that he was nestling in the quilt and would not let go. Guan Boya hugged Shen Qingchuan and the quilt together, and said with a laugh from his lips, "My little Mr. Shen, if you don't dry your hair, you will get sick."

Shen Qingchuan huddled in Guan Boya's arms like a cat with wet fur. Guan Boya took a clean and dry towel and wiped Shen Qingchuan's wet hair carefully, bit by bit to remove the water drops, and massaged/massed on the scalp The softness and strength are just right, making Shen Qingchuan relax and feel very comfortable.

Shen Qingchuan sniffed the calming incense of the indoor smoker, wrapped in a soft and warm quilt, his eyelashes trembled slightly, fluttering up and down like a butterfly with wings, his eyelids were raised, obviously sleepy and fainting sleep.

Fingers as cold as jade touched Shen Qingchuan's neck, and the warm and soft skin was stimulated by the sudden coldness. Shen Qingchuan suddenly woke up, and asked, "What are you doing?"

Guan Boya's fingers grabbed the collar of Shen Qingchuan's bathrobe, and was about to peel it off, but Shen Qingchuan's hands and feet were wrapped in quilts, unable to move, like a fish on a chopping board.

"Help you with medicine."

Guan Boya put Shen Qingchuan on the bed, and slowly peeled off the bathrobe on Shen Qingchuan's body, as elegant as a gentleman wearing white gloves, his movements were very polite, but inexplicably airy.

Guan Boya leaned down/down, the lips touching Shen Qingchuan's earlobe were slightly cool, but it could create an atmosphere between the two of them, but it made Shen Qingchuan misunderstand, it was hot.

The young man's cheeks seemed to be dyed red by the sunset, his clear eyes were filled with water vapor, and they were as clear as a sharp hook, trying to arouse the dark flames of others little by little. Shen Qingchuan was lying on the bed, wearing a white bathrobe like Hanging non-hanging landed an inch below the waistline, he tilted his head and said to Guan Boya, "Then hurry up and take it lightly when you take the medicine."

The force is too heavy, he is afraid of pain.

If it was too slow, he would be afraid of the unbearable tingling sensation that would sweep over.

Guan Boya half-closed her eyes to cover up the dark light in her eyes, and said slowly, "It won't be soon."

The slender fingers opened the pink painted porcelain bottle and poured out a flowing liquid similar to red oil. A strong medicinal smell of menthol overflowed the room, rubbed it in the palm of the hand, and smeared it on the young man's snow-white back. On the several welts, the medicine dropped by the fingertips seemed to be hot on the wound, and the snow jumped on the obvious welts.

The medicated oil fell on the lotus leaf like drops of water, rolling on the back of the snow, and those few whip marks landed on the back, which is more delicate than ceramics. It did not make people feel scary, but instead made it an exquisite work of art , especially feeling the slight tremor of the skin under the fingertips, this urge to take it for oneself has even reached its peak.

When the mint-flavored medicinal oil fell on the wound, it didn't hurt at all, it seemed to be burning/hot and then it became cool. What made Shen Qingchuan uncomfortable was that Guan Boyana was indistinct, as soft as a feather The force that landed on his back, the scorching/hot palms stroking his back from time to time made Shen Qingchuan couldn't help arching his waist.

Shen Qingchuan buried his face in the pillow, and said in a muffled voice, "Itches."

Guan Boya's eyes gradually deepened, and when Shen Qingchuan arched his waist, he couldn't help pressing the young man's tailbone hard, and couldn't help but knead/squeeze the soft snowdrift twice, Deliberately asked, "Is it itching here?"

Shen Qingchuan made a voice of protest, and the corner of Guan Boya's mouth couldn't help a slight smile.

After finishing this torture-like application of medicine, Shen Qingchuan breathed a sigh of relief thinking that everything was over.

Suddenly, Guan Boya leaned over and planted a cool kiss on the back of Shen Qingchuan's snow-cut neck, that kiss seemed to scald a small piece of skin.

Guan Boya's fingers ran across Shen Qingchuan's soft, dark hair, and he said softly, "Good night, my little Mr. Shen."

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