I heard Mr. Ye is a good dragon?

Ye Heng lowered his head, staring at the tail in his hand, not knowing what to do.

He now understands a little bit why Xu Xian and the white lady have been dating for so long, and seeing her in real life is frightened to death. After all, if the protagonist in one of the loving scenes in the memory is not a human being, the story will appear abnormal.

The only reason why he is not half dead yet is that Bailong's upper body still maintains a human form, and he is also a very beautiful person.

But Ye Heng felt that he was more miserable than Xu Xian. After all, the white lady appeared but her character remained the same, while his dream lover, Bai Long, changed from a handsome man with a fairy air to a bad guy who loves to tease others!

Alas!The little deer in his heart jumped off a cliff and passed away!

He silently mourned the dead fawn, the tail in his hand suddenly moved, submerged in the water and wrapped around his waist.

The tail wrapped around him and slowly slid around his waist, the upper body of the white dragon figure got closer to him, and raised his hand to hold his face: "You have to help me keep this secret."

When he said this, his expression was still that detached smile, but at the same time, Ye Heng felt his nails gently pressing against his neck, as if he could stab himself to death with a finger anytime, anywhere.

In the blink of an eye, Ye Heng understood everything.

Just now when he was standing in front of the door, Bai Long thought he saw the tail, so he rolled him up with his tail, pulled him from outside the door into the bathtub, trying to lure him to relax his vigilance through temptation and deception!

And when these methods don't work, the opponent naturally chooses to persecute!If you disagree, the next step is physical torture!

Having figured this out, Ye Heng nodded repeatedly with tears in his eyes: "Be conservative, definitely be conservative..."

As soon as he finished speaking, it seemed as if God was rushing to test him, and there were two crisp knocks on the door outside: "Master, are you inside? I'm here to deliver Jinchuang medicine!"

"Don't come in!" Ye Heng almost blurted out.

"Very self-conscious." Bai Long looked at him appreciatively, "Go to the door and bring the things in, do you know what to do?"

Ye Heng gave a weak chirp "Yeah", and was carried out of the bucket by the snake's tail.

Walking tremblingly to the door, he took a deep breath, forced himself to be calm, and opened the door just now.

"Young master, this is for you."

Zhaocai held up a tray with a bowl of porridge, several bottles of medicine, and a kit.After handing the tray to Ye Heng, he pointed to the kit and whispered: "Master, here are the methods of medicine and dressing, you should learn it quietly, it's very simple!"

Ye Heng no longer cared about this in his heart, he hummed twice perfunctorily, and winked at Zhao Cai desperately, hoping that the tacit understanding between master and servant for many years would let him know that something was wrong in the house.

It's a pity that he couldn't do it too blatantly. As a result, the winks were reduced to simple blinks and rolls of the eyes. Zhao Cai was very confused: "Master, do you have eyelashes in your eyes?"

Ye Heng wanted to make a negative expression, but unexpectedly something slippery and cold was stuck on his ankle, and he immediately replied loudly: "That's right!"

"Then I'll show you off." Zhaocai stretched out his hand to hold Ye Heng as he said, intending to keep him still, but in the end his hands were wet, and he looked down strangely, "Hey, master, your Why are the clothes dripping?"

"My clothes..." Ye Heng hesitated, and quickly made up a reason, "Master Bai injured his hand, and I'm helping him take a bath."

"Oh……"

This sound was very tortuous, and Zhaocai showed a clear expression: "Understood! Then take your time, and the little ones won't bother you!"

After he finished speaking, he slid away like a loach. Ye Heng wanted to reach out and grab him, but he couldn't do it with the tray in his hand.

Ye Heng stomped his feet in resentment, and shouted at his back in a low voice: "I didn't take a dirty bath!"

It's a pity that Zhaocai ran away and didn't hear it at all-or maybe didn't believe it at all.

Ye Heng felt humiliated by being mistaken for a prostitute all day long, and even retreated a little from fear.Holding the tray and kicking the door, he reluctantly put the tray on the table, and said in a muffled voice, "You can drink by yourself after washing, I have to change clothes."

Before he finished speaking, the familiar feeling on his waist came again.

With a "crash", he returned to the bathtub.

Bailong looked at him with a smile: "Didn't you say that you are helping me take a bath? Change after washing."

Ye Heng glanced at his long tail, which stretched for more than ten feet, and shrank back, leaning his back against the barrel wall: "I...I won't."

"No?" Bai Long raised his eyebrows, "Then how do you usually wash?"

Ye Heng took it for granted, "Someone else will take care of you."

Bai Long glanced at the door: "Just that little chick?"

His expression didn't change much, but Ye Heng suddenly felt cold—the bath water cooled instantly, and the heat that was still faintly wafting just now was gone at this moment!

Ye Heng shuddered from the cold at first, then remembered that he knew "witchcraft", and didn't know what methods he would use against him, so he shuddered again.

He didn't know where he had offended Bai Long, and he was afraid that he would say the wrong thing again. After thinking twice, he squeezed out a voice like a ghost crying and replied: "Then...don't you have to ask someone to help you rub your back? I rub it myself. no..."

Bai Long seemed to be convinced by him, turned his gaze back to him, and at the same time swung his tail, hugged his shoulders, and pushed him towards him: "My hand is injured, so I can't be submerged in water, why don't you Knowing how to wash is always more convenient than me...Of course, if you like it, I don't mind taking a dirty bath."

Ye Heng's chubby face was frightened and turned into a silver basin - he has heard that snakes have two roots!

Even if you don't use those two things, taking a dirty bath with a snake would be hell!

Fearing that Bailong would make another surprising move, he fearfully grabbed the soap and began to slowly smear Bailong's shoulders and arms.

Bai Long leaned against the wall of the tub, watched his movements with satisfaction, and pointed to his chest after a while: "Here, too."

Ye Heng moved his hands and turned his head away at the same time, trying not to look at his body, so as to express his determination not to take a dirty bath tactfully, so that the final effect of his bath was like a beast trainer brushing a horse. The dragon rubbed his chest indiscriminately.

"And the back."

Ye Heng responded like a mosquito, waiting for Bai Long to turn around, but unexpectedly, the other party took his hand holding the pancreas, pulled him to his waist, and hugged him into his arms: "Come on."

Ye Heng half embraced Bai Long's generous back, buried his face in the opponent's impressive chest muscles, and felt as if he was eating a hearty bowl of decapitated food - in all honesty, the feeling of being surrounded by strong muscles is not bad, But when he thought of the white dragon's thick and long tail and the guy buried deep in the tail, he began to fight. The dead fawn body stood up, beating stiffly in his heart.

Bailong felt that his hand was struggling, so he looked down at him, and found that the corner of his mouth was bent downward, almost bent into a bridge, so he poked his cheek with the tip of his tail: "Don't you like me, I I have sent myself to you, let you look at it, why are you unhappy?"

The tip of the tail was slippery and cold, poking Ye Heng and then hanging around his neck, causing his hair to stand on end, goosebumps all over his body in summer, and he couldn't move at all.

Bai Long felt that his hands stopped moving, the person stopped moving again, and the tip of his tail raised again, poking the other half of his face: "Hey, don't ignore me."

With this poke, Ye Heng couldn't hold back anymore, tears fell down, and he sobbed, "Why do you insist on making me talk, I'm afraid..."

Looking at his gloomy face, Bai Long finally stretched out his human hand to wipe away the tears on his cheeks: "So, do you simply dislike dragons, or do you actually not like me?"

His tone suddenly changed, the teasing meaning disappeared, and his voice seemed a little cold.

Ye Heng was too frightened to open his mouth, but he was even more afraid that he would freeze himself into a piece of ice, so he raised his head boldly and said, "I just haven't gotten used to you...this way."

"Really?" Bai Long stared into his eyes, his expression was calm, but his eyes were somewhat ambiguous, "Then after you get used to it, you will like me like before?"

Ye Heng took a deep breath: "If you don't tie my tail and swing me around."

"Okay, don't shake it." Bailong's tail retreated to the bottom of the bathtub in response, "I just want to recuperate, we will be inseparable for a few days, you have plenty of time to adapt. Go out and change clothes."

Ye Heng didn't want to stay in this basin of cold water for a long time, as soon as he heard his permission, he quickly jumped out of the bathtub and ran behind the screen to change clothes.

Throwing the clothes attached to his body to the screen, he dried his body carefully with a towel, then opened the closet, picked out a set of snow-white gauze clothes and put them on.

Since Zhaocai was not around, he spent a lot of time tying the belt, during which he didn't waste time, but thought about how to escape from Bailong's control.

He is alone, and he is definitely not Bailong's opponent. If he wanted to ask for help, the brat Zhaocai ran away on purpose. It's the second treasurer.

In terms of time, more than an hour has passed since he brought Bailong back to the bedroom, the water in the street must have been cleaned up long ago, and the second shopkeeper is probably coming to the door soon, so I just need to wait.If Bailong doesn't allow himself to see him...

"I wanted to say it before, your bedding and clothes smell so good."

Suddenly there was a voice next to his ear, Ye Heng's shoulders trembled in fright, and he quickly turned around and took a step back - the reason why he didn't back up was because there was a wardrobe behind him, and there was really no way to go back.

Bailong dragged his tail and hovered beside the position where he was standing just now, his body was still naked, but his figure was graceful, his pectoral and abdominal muscles became more prominent.

Ye Heng immediately turned his face away, and replied in a low voice: "Well... because of the incense."

Bailong twisted his long tail, his broad scales undulating, and sent his upper body to Ye Heng.He hugged Ye Heng and sniffed his neck vigorously: "It's sweet, it smells like honey and jasmine."

Ye Heng felt that his words seemed to be describing food, and couldn't help but feel apprehensive, so he quickly changed the subject: "Why don't you wear clothes?"

The tip of Bailong's nose touched his cheek: "Didn't you say you wanted to change me to a suit that fit me? Or, do you want to see how I look in your clothes again?"

Just after he finished speaking, there was another knock on the bedroom door: "Master, Mr. Bai's clothes have arrived, do you want me to bring them in?"

Ye Heng realized that this was an opportunity to ask for help again, and opened his mouth to respond like last time, but Bai Long spoke first: "Bring it in and put it on the table!"