The suitability of the fishing system and the uncle attack

The tip of Shen Fang's nose was rubbed with foam by him, it was soft, moist, warm, with a faint fragrance.

The distance between the two became closer, so close that they could touch skin to skin and breath intertwined.

It is a dangerous distance where the gun will go off without doing anything.

Shen Fang's breathing stagnated slightly, he wanted to retreat, but was firmly restrained by Shen Qingchi, in a dilemma.

"Uncle," Shen Qingchi whispered in his ear, that voice seemed to be able to confuse people's hearts, "Do you still want to run at this time?"

Shen Fang said nothing.

Shen Qingchi rubbed the tip of his nose against his, pressed his cheek against his, then covered his lips, and touched him lightly.

Shen Fang closed his eyes.

Shen Qingchi's breath hit his face, making him itchy, the touch on his lips was very slight, as if he was deliberately tasting it, as if a little furry paw was gently pulling him, touching his heartstrings one by one. .

He couldn't help biting back, wanting to punish the kitten who deliberately teased him, but it seemed to be right in his arms.

Shen Fang's eyelashes trembled, and he reached out to grab the back of his neck, deepening the kiss.

The breaths of the two were entangled, and Shen Fang was a little confused by him, and his breathing gradually became chaotic.

Finally, Shen Qingchi withdrew first. Seeing Shen Fang's panting appearance, he even teased maliciously: "Uncle, can't even adjust his breathing?"

Shen Fang was panting, trying to adjust, and it took a long time to calm down. He gave Shen Qingchi an unfriendly look, and said in his heart that this little villain is really vicious. Obviously he was the one who teased him first, and teased him so much that he couldn't control himself , And laughed at him for being emotional.

Looking at Shen Qingchi's unscrupulous smile, he really couldn't hold back, and stretched out his hand to push him into the water.

Shen Qingchi: "!"

He was caught off guard, the whole body was pushed into the water by Shen Fang, he held his breath hurriedly, struggled to get up, wiped off the water on his face, and said aggrievedly: "Uncle really holds a grudge."

"This is not called holding grudges," Shen Fang said, "This is called retribution."

Shen Qingchi curled his lips, he pulled the foam on the top of his head, and said to Shen Fang: "Let's take a shower quickly."

Shen Fang heard the words and was about to get up, but Shen Qingchi hugged him: "Where are you going? Just wash here."

Shen Fang: "...?"

Shen Qingchi reached out his hand to grab a handful of foam, and wiped it on the opponent's body: "It's not convenient for you, I'll wash it for you."

Shen Fang fell silent.

Where is he inconvenient?

It's just that his lungs are not feeling well, and it's not that he has broken arms and legs.

He was soon covered in foam all over his body, making it itchy. He wanted to stop the other party from telling him to stop making trouble, but he felt Shen Qingchi's mobile game walk up to his waist and gently pinch his waist.

Shen Fang froze.

"Uncle really lost a lot of weight," Shen Qingchi said solemnly, tracing the contours of the muscles in the waist and abdomen with his fingertips, walking slowly along those lines, "I still refuse to eat well, when will I recover Previous level?"

Shen Fang got more itchy, and wanted to avoid it: "It seems that you prefer... I am stronger?"

"I like an uncle who can give me a sense of security." Shen Qingchi moved closer, knelt in front of him, brushed his fingertips against his skin, and scratched slightly, "You used to Just fine."

"I'll fight..." Shen Fang wanted to evade, but he was almost unable to withstand Shen Qingchi's gentle scratching, "I will try to return to the previous level...don't touch me."

"Aren't I helping you take a bath?" Shen Qingchi looked innocent, as if he was a well-behaved and obedient kitten. He did nothing bad, but was serious about solving the master's problems. Is it?"

Shen Fang: "..."

Who did this kid learn from? Did he learn it without a teacher?

Shen Qingchi kept rubbing foam on him, Shen Fang was not used to the feeling of being taken care of as if he couldn't take care of himself, but Shen Qingchi insisted, so he had no choice but to let him continue.

He will never have anything to do with this child.

After an unknown amount of time, he raised his head and said in a hoarse voice: "...the water is all dirty by me, do you still want to wash it?"

"I don't mind." Shen Qingchi looked all right, and still had the mood to ask him, "How is my care, is uncle comfortable after washing?"

How could Shen Fang have the heart to answer him, he smiled helplessly, unplugged the bottom of the bathtub, and let out the already slightly cold water in the tank.

He breathed a sigh of relief, picked up the shower head a little tiredly, rinsed off the foam on his body, and rinsed off Shen Qingchi by the way.

In fact, Shen Qingchi hadn't soaked enough, so it was a pity that so many bubbles were washed away like this, but the water was indeed cold, and he might catch a cold after soaking for a long time, so he didn't resist, and let the other party rub it.

While being washed by Shen Fang, he spread out his palms, and then clasped his five fingers, as if he was remembering something: "Although uncle has lost weight, he actually feels pretty good."

Shen Fang: "..."

This little bastard!

He put more force on his hands instantly, and ruffled someone's hair with all his strength, causing Shen Qingchi to scream, "It's going to lose hair!"

Shen Fang didn't care if he lost his hair or not, he helped him wash his hair very roughly, and stretched out his hand to press on the back of his head: "Low your head."

Shen Qingchi was forced to lower his head, hot water rushed down the back of his neck and poured all over his body.

He sat cross-legged in the bathtub, Shen Fang knelt behind him, saw his fair shoulders, which made his gaze stay for a few seconds, and forced himself to move away.

Soon he walked around from behind the other party to the front, Shen Qingchi didn't shy away from it, and obediently changed his position to let him wash.

Shen Fang: "."

Is this child naturally lacking in shame?

He couldn't go on anymore, and wanted to hand him the shower and let him do it by himself, but the other party looked at him eagerly, and said in an extremely righteous tone: "Go on?"

Shen Fang's eyelids twitched.

He had no choice but to continue, and heard the other party say: "What the hell is Uncle struggling with? I've already helped you take a bath. Shouldn't you reciprocate?"

Shen Fang took a deep look at him, leaned over and kissed him.

The little bastard's mouth, it's better to shut it up earlier.

Shen Qingchi didn't really want to kiss him, he had kissed him just now, but Shen Fang insisted on kissing him, so he had no choice but to cooperate.

Because it was a passive kiss, he couldn't help falling into the rhythm of the other party, and his body gradually fell backwards after being kissed by him, completely lying in the bathtub.

There was no water in the bathtub, lacking that little buoyancy, and it was not particularly comfortable to lie on. He wanted to get up, but was held down by the other party. The water from the shower was removed from him and began to wash the bathtub wall.

Shen Qingchi was a little dazed, and asked puzzledly, "What are you doing?"

"Wait for you to take a bath." Shen Fang said.

A question mark slowly appeared above Shen Qingchi's head: "Wait for me to take a bath... What are you doing in the bathtub?"

"Start from scratch." Shen Fang rinsed the entire bathtub, then plugged the stopper and refilled the water.

Shen Qingchi was speechless for a while.

I still have to soak...

Although he did not soak enough, but if he continued to soak, he would soak his hair.

The water in the bathtub was half full, and he was able to lie comfortably with this little buoyancy. Shen put a towel on the back of his neck, then took his hand, squeezed a little bath liquid, and placed it on the back of his palm. He rubbed it repeatedly, even put his five fingers into his fingers, and then let go.

Shen Qingchi looked at him inexplicably: "What is this for?"

"As you said, you need to rub it more to wash it off," Shen Fang said with a blank expression on his revenge, "Don't ask so many questions, just be honest."

Shen Qingchi's eyes were empty.

Shen Fang helped him clean his arms, shoulders, and all touchable skin, and finally stopped at his ankles: "I think it's you who needs to eat more."

His ankles are so thin that they can be held with one hand, and they seem to be broken with a little force.

"...It can't be my fault," Shen Qingchi tried to defend himself, "I worked very hard to eat, and I ate a lot, so what can I do if I don't gain weight."

It wasn't just the original owner who had this kind of physique, but he himself too, so when he was in the orphanage, the teachers didn't believe that he was good at fighting despite his thin arms and legs.

Shen Fang cleaned him from the beginning to the end, and then took a shower after soaking. Shen Qingchi only felt like a piece of cleaned food, which could be processed directly in the pot.

Shen Fang reached out to grab his knees, picked him up horizontally, and got out of the bathtub. Because of the force, he coughed twice again.

Shen Qingchi hurriedly got down and walked by himself, he didn't dare to be tired until his uncle got better, so he wrapped himself in a bath towel, walked back to the bedroom with him, and said to Shen Fang, "You should dry yourself first."

Shen Fang nodded, and quickly dried his body, Shen Qingchi took the hair dryer from his hand: "I'll help you."

Shen Fang hesitated for a moment, and sat down beside the bed.

Shen Qingchi helped him blow-dry his hair, and he could clearly feel that he was already very tired, and couldn't help complaining in his heart, knowing that he was not physically strong enough to "revenge" him, it was really a man's strange desire to win.

Shen Fang changed his clothes and covered the scar on his back. Even though such a long time had passed, the scar was still obvious, and he didn't seem to bother to take medicine to fade it.

Anyway, on the back, you can't see it without taking off your clothes.

Shen Qingchi helped him to lie down, and said, "I'll just blow-dry my hair myself."

Shen Fang let out a "hmm".

Shen Qingchi sat by the bed blowing his hair, and when his hair was dry, he found that Shen Fang was almost asleep. He lay down next to him, rubbed his nose against him, deliberately woke him up, and asked, "Uncle, what happened to you?" Do I feel well taken care of?"

Shen Fang opened his eyes.

He smiled helplessly: "Little bastard."