Who said brother beggar has no love

Fang Shuheng didn't know whether to laugh or cry, he pointed to the tub that was already filled with water, and said, "You should go and wash it first, don't turn around and get lice."

"It's really possible, it always feels very itchy." Jiang Xingzhou raised his hand and scratched his hair, then stood up.

But when he just got up, his body couldn't help shaking.

Fang Shuheng hurried over to help.

Jiang Xingzhou looked down at her slender hand that was supporting him, and suddenly smiled and said, "I don't have much strength right now, why don't you help me?"

Fang Shuheng: "..."

How to help?

Is it naked?

Or touch the light?

Fang Shuheng froze on the spot.

Seeing her like this, Jiang Xingzhou couldn't help laughing, "Okay, just kidding..."

"Let me help you." Fang Shuheng interrupted Jiang Xingzhou, and said, "By the way, let's see what injuries you have on your body..."

By the way, strip off and touch the light...

Jiang Xingzhou was silent.

After looking down at Fang Shuheng for a long time, he walked towards the bathtub without saying a word.

As he approached, he stopped in his tracks, then raised his hands and took off his robe and handguards and put them aside.

As the robe came off, Fang Shuheng saw a wound on his side waist, and he didn't know when he was injured. It was covered with sand, and with the blood flowing out, it was stained black.

She bent down to take a closer look, and at the same time reached out to touch it.

Jiang Xingzhou was unbuttoning his trousers, and threw the dress aside in his hand. When he felt the touch on his waist, he looked back, and then smiled and said, "What kind of expression do you have?"

After finishing speaking, his hands didn't stop, and he took off the white cloth wrapped around his waist.

Fang Shuheng didn't even raise his head, he watched him move and helped to take over, at the same time he said confidently: "Distressed expression."

Jiang Xingzhou: "..."

He stopped talking, waited for the waist belt to be loosened, he put it aside, and let go of the trousers he was holding with the other hand.

The trousers slid down the thigh with a swipe, revealing the spray tattoo on the left leg, and other indescribable things.

Fang Shuheng was dumbfounded.

Light!

Light Jiang Xingzhou!

Jiang Xingzhou, however, let his trousers fall to the ground and ignored her. He just turned around naked and bowed his head. He reached out and clasped her chin before bowing his head and kissing her.

Fang Shuheng: "..."

She was forced to raise her head, and when her lips met, she saw him who was still unkempt.

What a shame.

Being so dirty, I actually feel unstoppably handsome!

Ah, I have a disease, I am afraid there is no cure for it? G!

Thinking of this, she has already raised her hands and hugged his neck, clinging to him with lips and teeth, reluctant to part with him.

After the kiss, he looked down at her flushed face, and laughed twice.

"What are you laughing at?"

"Laughing at you." He said indifferently, and at the same time raised his feet and stepped into the bathtub to sit down, and continued: "Cute."

Fang Shuheng's old face turned red again when he said it, and he said: "What nonsense are you talking about!"

He couldn't help laughing, and finally took the cloth towel next to him and soaked it in water and wiped it on his body, without any surprise, a thick layer of sand was scraped off.

Fang Shuheng couldn't help laughing when he saw this, and was about to say something, but when his eyes fell, he saw the black and indescribable mass between his legs first.

She blushed for a moment and looked away.

Jiang Xingzhou probably sensed her gaze, and laughed out loud when he saw it, but his mouth was crooked because of the injury on his body.

Fang Shuheng bit his lip, secretly thinking that this man is really bohemian.

I'm not ashamed at all!

She blushed, and turned to get her own wooden comb by the bed, preparing to comb his hair that was as dry as dry grass.

It's just that as soon as he came back and lifted the wooden comb, his gaze stayed on the cloud covering his eyes.

Jiang Xingzhou leaned his head up against the edge of the tub, still rubbing the sand from his body with his hands.

Although he looks embarrassed, he is indifferent.

Fang Shuheng looked at his face that had been scratched by the wind and sand, and then stretched out his hand to cover his cloud cover.

Jiang Xingzhou didn't respond.

But when she took off the cloud curtain, he opened his eyes, raised his head, and looked into her eyes.

It was the first time she had seen his eyes clearly since the reunion.

It was a pair of peach blossom eyes that seemed to be shining with waves, and under those straight and powerful sword-shaped eyebrows, they looked very vivid.

The dark eyes are like the best obsidian, with stars shining inside, but not much emotion, just looking at her with a focused and serious expression.

As if he had never spoken, he spoke countless words, which were even more lingering.

Those eyes... are so eloquent.

Fang Shuheng couldn't stand his gaze a little bit, and said embarrassingly, "I...I'll comb your hair, it's inconvenient to wear..."

Seeing that he didn't respond, he said, "I'll put it on for you later."

Jiang Xingzhou didn't answer her words, but smiled and asked, "You should know the rules of the beggar gang?"

Fang Shuheng was a little dizzy from the light in his eyes. Hearing this, he just nodded in a daze, "I know a little bit."

Cloud curtain cover... This is a characteristic of the disciples of the beggar gang.

It is the eyes that are covered, but it is for freedom.

The disciples of the beggar gang advocate freedom, but there are many twists and turns and obstacles in the world.

So the first gang leader asked the disciples of the beggar gang to cover their eyes so that they could not see obstacles.

Even the darkness is better than the many obstacles in reality.

The vast majority of disciples of the beggar gang will choose to wear cloud curtains for life.

But Yunmuzhe has a special exception, that is: every Beggar Sect disciple, if he meets someone who is willing to be restrained by him, he can remove Yunmuzhe by himself.

This is no secret in Jianghu.

Fang Shuheng was always curious because he knew...why he never took off the cloud curtain even though they established a relationship when they were in West Lake.

But seeing how his attitude towards himself was getting better and better day by day, such doubts were suppressed in his heart.

After all, even if some Beggar Clan disciples have someone they admire, they will wear a cloud to cover them all their lives.

This is probably the feelings of the disciples of the beggar gang.

But right now...

Looking at Jiang Xingzhou's calm but clear eyes, she was a little at a loss.

Jiang Xingzhou just raised his hand to squeeze her palm, and said with a light smile, "I've been waiting for you for a long time, so just pick it off."

Fang Shuheng looked down at the cloud curtain in his hand, nodded numbly, and reached out to untie the few red ropes he had braided in his hair.

Jiang Xingzhou hooked the corners of his lips, closed his eyes, and let her comb his hair.

Fang Shuheng hadn't cleaned her hair for a long time, and Fang Shuheng combed it for a long time before she smoothed it out. Looking at the thick layer of sand on the comb teeth, she couldn't help it, and burst out laughing.

"What are you laughing at?"

Fang Shuheng poured water on his head and asked at the same time, "How long has it been since you washed your hair?"

Jiang Xingzhou said: "It's been more than a month..." Speaking of this, he suddenly smiled and said: "The first time I came to the Western Regions, I walked in the desert for more than half a year. At that time, it was really... When I found the water source, I couldn't wait to see it. Soak in water forever."

Recalling the past, Jiang Xingzhou couldn't help being speechless.

Apart from Junshan, he has never stayed in other places for too long... He has been to countless places, both beautiful and downcast, but his ideal has not changed.

Fang Shuheng imagined him not taking a bath for more than half a year, and laughed out loud in an instant, but his hands continued to move, and asked with a smile: "Have you been to many places?"

"Ah."

Speaking of this, he raised his eyes to look at Fang Shuheng, and then said with a smile: "If you want to go to another place in the future, just tell me, I will take you to the north and south, and the mountains and rivers."

Fang Shuheng gently massaged his scalp, and said happily after hearing the words: "That's good, I want to go to Wanhua Valley. I heard from the sisters in Xiufang that Wanhua Valley and Qiandao Lake are the three most elegant places along with Xiufang. Where, I want to go and see."

"Aren't you going to Changge Gate?"

Fang Shuheng shook his head and said with a smile, "I'll go after Changgemen... come one by one."

Jiang Xingzhou nodded and replied with a smile, "Okay."

Fang Shuheng looked at his closed eyes, bit his lips, couldn't help lowering his head, and kissed him between the eyebrows.

He opened his eyes and asked knowingly, "Why are you teasing me at this time?"

Fang Shuheng smiled: "I can't help it."

Jiang Xingzhou stared at her for a while, curled up his lips, and asked with a smile on purpose: "Then do you want to take the initiative again?"

"You're dead!"

Fang Shuheng's face turned red, but facing his clear eyes, she still let go of his hair, turned to stand up, supported the edge of the bathtub with one hand, covered his cheek with the other, and lowered her head to put her lips on his. on the lips.

The postures of the two always have different feelings.

Jiang Xingzhou was a little greedy for such softness.

I have never experienced such a passion before, so I dismissed it, but now, I think about it.

When she withdrew her lips and returned to her original position, Jiang Xingzhou said, "I will marry you when I go back."

As soon as he said this, Fang Shuheng froze on the spot and murmured, "What did you say...?"

Jiang Xingzhou repeated: "I said, I will marry you when I go back."

Fang Shuheng was completely dumbfounded.

Jiang Xingzhou looked at her expression, raised his eyebrows and asked, "I don't want to?"

His eyebrows are damn good too.

"It's not really..." Fang Shuheng came back to his senses and said, "It was just too sudden, and I was a little caught off guard..."

Is this talking about marriage?

Jiang Xingzhou felt that what she said seemed to be correct. After thinking about it, he said, "Then think about it again, and just give me an answer before you arrive at Junshan."

Fang Shuheng felt that there seemed to be nothing to think about.

If he wants to marry, he will marry himself.

Anyway, people in Jianghu have nothing to rely on, her parents died early, and he has no relatives. Since the two are destined to hug each other for warmth, it is a match made in heaven, why bother to pretend too much?

Although thinking so, Fang Shuheng still nodded and said seriously: "Then ask me again then."

"Ok?"

"Senior sister said, girls should be reserved and not be too proactive!"

"Well... there's nothing wrong with that. But reserve is useful to outsiders." Jiang Xingzhou pursed his lips and smiled: "You don't need to be reserved to me."

Fang Shuheng: "..."

Fang Shuheng blushed, rubbed his back with a cloth towel, and said dully: "Then I...don't be reserved..."

Jiang Xingzhou couldn't help laughing.

Hmm... To be honest, with the beautiful woman by his side, Jiang Xingzhou was a normal man. Although he was injured and fatigued, he felt a little embarrassed because his body was under the gentle caress of the beautiful woman.

But fortunately, he was calm and resolute and did not make any jokes that would harm his majesty.

The author has something to say: uh...this chapter has no plot at all, how did I write so many words? ? ? ?

This short story was written last year, isn’t it sweet?

Why can't I write something like this now? ? ? ?

Again.

No car!

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