The Big Brother’s Little Ancestor is So Sweet

Chapter 118: The Demon Lord Becomes a Love Brain (43)

Shiyou blushed so much that she didn't even let go of her earlobe, as if she had a little cherry hanging on her face, her voice was slightly crying: "Hurry up..."

There was no trace of thoughtfulness in her tone, but it sounded in Rong Yuan's ears, like a claw scratching, making his heart itch.

But Rong Yuan felt comfortable, that tortured comfort.

Rong Yuan panted slightly, his voice was low and hoarse: "Hurry up too..."

Rong Yuan really didn't know what to do with this delicate woman, if it was light, she wouldn't quench her thirst, and if it was heavy, she was afraid that she would be tired.

Like a century has passed.

When Shiyou felt that her hand was no longer a hand, Rong Yuan finally let her go.

Shiyou blushed so much that she didn't dare to look down, only feeling her hands were sticky, and she didn't dare to move her hands.

Rong Yuan kissed her on the forehead, and took the little girl's slender wrist, his voice was still hoarse: "I'll wash it for you."

It was something that a monk could easily solve with a simple stroke, but Rong Yuan held Shi You's hand and imitated ordinary people to clean her a little bit.

Rong Yuan found out before that Shiyou prefers the life style of ordinary people.

The little girl's hands are small, thin and white, and the palms are red at the moment.

After Rong Yuan cleaned her hands, he took out a handkerchief to help her slowly dry the water stains between her fingers.

Rong Yuan took her little hand and gently kneaded it: "Is it still sore?"

Shiyou's cheeks started to get hot again, and he drew back his hand, but he held it tightly and did not pull back.

Although he was about to explode with embarrassment, Shiyou was good at resolving himself. After silently roaring in his heart, he forced himself to calm down.

"Knead for you."

Shi You pursed her lower lip and just stared at him.

Rong Yuan raised his eyes unexpectedly, and met her gaze just like that, with a lazy voice: "What are you looking at?"

Rong Yuan was wearing a coat on his shoulders at the moment, revealing the snow-white underclothes underneath. The young man was like jade, flirtatious and charming, and there was a touch of red at the end of his slightly drooping eyes, which was charming and charming.

The scene just now appeared unconsciously in Shiyou's mind, as well as Rong Yuan's low, panting voice... so sexy!

No wonder since ancient times, it has been said that beauties have seduced people, disasters have caused disasters, and a country can be destroyed if you don't pay attention. It's so reasonable.

This annoying little fairy...

Shiyou sniffed hard to stop the heat from gushing out of the nasal cavity.

She flicked her eyes around, but she didn't dare to look at Rong Yuan, she just felt that the whole air was a little hot, burning her face into a burning cloud.

Rong Yuan looked at her with great interest.

The little girl shrunk herself into a little quail, her little face flushed, she was so cute.

He stretched out his hand and poked it, and the little girl trembled in fright, like a little quail.

So cute.

Rong Yuan clicked his tongue in his heart, the sparkle in his eyes was even more gentle.

"You are so cute, what should I do if I want to bully you even more?"

"Or, do it again."

Shiyou's ears were red, and now she was finally afraid: "You...you are making progress."

Seeing her timid appearance, he smiled instead. He wanted to mess around, but she couldn't stand it.

Rong Yuan is as good as others: "Well, I want to be proud of being favored."

"You are not ashamed!"

"Well, I'm not ashamed."

"You stinking rascal!"

He smiled: "Well, I'm a rascal."

Shiyou: "..." I can't talk to him.

Rong Yuan curled his lips into a smile, and reached out to hold the girl tightly in his arms.

He stretched out his hand and stroked her head, and there were gentle shadows in his eyes.

An unprecedented sense of stability overwhelmed Rong Yuan's fortified city built with loneliness.