Chapter 21 Lining

I asked myself to move such a large bucket of hot water. I think it was the fun of a young couple in the room, such as mixing oil in honey and taking a bath together?

The waiter poured a large bucket of hot water into the huge wooden barrel, and then said attentively to the heroic man by the window: Guest, all the hot water you want is delivered.

Well, you can go out first, and you will call you if you have any questions.The man said, walking behind the screen.

The waiter responded and closed the door and left, he couldn't help but look behind the screen.

I saw behind the white screen, the man who had just entered gently picked up a soft body from the edge of the bed.

The person being picked up was slender, soft and boneless. When he fell into the man's arms, he leaned obediently in the man's arms, and made a fatal sound.

The sound was soft and delicate, and there was a little mèi at the end of the sound. Whoever was shouted like this would probably be easily hooked away from the three souls and seven spirits, and it was willing to do so without any regrets.

When the waiter saw the young man picking up the beauty, he still wanted to coax the child and called out something softly. The sound was too small. He probably called him a lady or something.

I asked myself to move such a large bucket of hot water. I think it was the fun of a young couple in the room, such as mixing oil in honey and taking a bath together?

The waiter who had not yet got married and got married, closed the door with random thoughts, but his cheeks couldn't help but turn red.

This afternoon, as soon as the two men walked into the inn, they attracted the attention of everyone in the lobby.

Qin Zilin is handsome and tall, and she is indeed a man of the world, but she doesn't let the people in the inn watch it all the time.

The guests couldn't help but look at it. The person they really wanted to see was actually the person in Qin Zilin's arms.

Although most of the face of the man in his arms was buried in his chest and could not be seen, the pointed chin exposed was timid, like a water lily petal that bloomed quietly at noon, with some crystal dewdrops, which can be viewed from afar and cannot be played with.

You don’t even have to look at the whole face. Just relying on your graceful and slender figure and snow-white chin, you can tell that the person lying in your arms is a peerless beauty.

But even so, almost everyone present couldn't help but want to see what a worldly appearance the beauty who seemed to be sleeping in.

However, the man holding the beauty was overwhelming. When his arms shrank, the beauty could not even see half of the corner. His eyes were sharp and he looked around. Everyone present trembled and lowered their heads unconsciously.

Qin Zilin walked straight to the tent cabinet and asked for a room.

Although the shopkeeper is also an old fry and has been running an inn on this official road for more than ten years, it is rare for Qin Zilin, who is not as ordinary as ordinary people. He dare not neglect, so he respectfully opened the best room, handed over the door sign, and asked the waiter to take it.

As soon as Qin Zilin entered the guest room, his first move was to put the master's wife in her arms on the bed, and cast a body-cleaning mantra on the bed halfway.

But as soon as Shen Qinglan was put down, it touched the wound on his waist, making him hissing.

Where did the disciple hurt his master’s wife?Qin Zilin became nervous.

When Shen Qinglan was killing the underwater and fighting the Mirror Flower and Shuiyue, although his realm was far better than that of the monster's several levels, he was on the opponent's territory, with a nine-point strength, and he could only use seven points in the water.

Besides, the monster was very cunning and was very sensitive to the changes in the waters it was located.

A strong dragon cannot defeat a local snake.

In order to strangle the Mirror Flower Shuiyue in one fell swoop, Shen Qinglan could only fight quickly, but he also caught the monster's way and was scratched by its sharp claws.

Although Shen Qinglan did not hurt the vital point, he had a bloody mouth with a palm-wide cut under his waist. It was so painful that he had always been afraid of the pain. This time he couldn't walk even when the pain came to the point of walking. He could only let Qin Zilin hold it and find a place to stay.

No obstacle.Shen Qinglan's face was a little pale. Although he said that, his frown brows never fell.

Qin Zilin dared not say much, but she was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan.

As soon as the water came out, Qin Zilin had already bandaged the wound, so he knew how terrifying the bloody mouth on the master's wife's slender waist was.

Qin Zilin wanted to help Shen Qinglan rest, but was grabbed by her sleeve.

Following that hand, I saw the teacher's wife leaning weakly on the bed railing, staring at him with her eyes:

I want to take a shower.

He shouldn't have been touched by water after his injury, but Qin Zilin knew that Shen Qinglan loved to be clean and could not bear the feeling of stickiness on his body.

The disciple imparted a body-purifying mantra... Qin Zilin gritted his teeth and said, "In theory, he shouldn't even impart a body-purifying mantra, so he has taken a step back."

But Shen Qinglan still insisted on taking a shower.

Qin Zilin had no choice but to find a waiter and asked for a bucket of hot water.

The waiter had been curious about the newly-accessed customer, so he naturally moved the bucket and poured water quickly. According to the customer's request, he only poured half of the wooden bucket of hot water.

When the waiter closed the door and left, Qin Zilin hugged Shen Qinglan, took off his outer robe, shoes and socks with his hands and feet, put a close-fitting underwear on him, and then carefully placed it in the foggy hot water.

Qin Zilin specifically explained that only half a bucket of hot water was needed, so the water height just flooded the area below Shen Qinglan's wound.

As soon as he soaked in the water, Shen Qinglan felt so comfortable that he couldn't help but whisper.

After soaking in the lower body for a while, Shen Qinglan wanted to wash his upper body, but when he moved his arm, he pulled the wound, which made him grin.

Qin Zilin didn't want to interfere, but when he saw Shen Qinglan having difficulty walking, his heart tightened, approached the wooden barrel, scooped up a small handful of water, and gently poured it on Shen Qinglan's forearm.

The hot touch stimulated Shen Qinglan's body to tremble slightly, but he did not make a sound to stop it. Instead, he quietly turned his body and posed for Qin Zilin to operate better.

What Shen Qinglan didn't know was that from Qin Zilin's angle, looking down, in the sparkling water, Shen Qinglan's clothes were half wet, pressing against her body, revealing a pinkish pink color. Her pink nipples were facing the fabric, but they were looming, as if they were playing hide-and-seek with others.

Qin Zilin was dry and accidentally got her cuffs wet.

He wanted to change his hands, but he was grabbed.

Your clothes are wet.

Shen Qinglan raised his head, his little face flushed and his lips were moist. He looked at him with a steady look, would he wash together?This bucket is enough for two people.

This sentence is like inviting him to take a bath together, and it is hard not to think about it.

Qin Zilin was about to refuse, but Shen Qinglan seemed to see through what he was thinking and said: Come into the bucket to help my master's wife wash the place I can't wash.

Qin Zilin's face stagnated, but he still didn't move.

Shen Qinglan asked in confusion: Are you shy?Haven’t we seen each other out long ago?Are you shy at this time?

Qin Zilin said: No.

After saying that, he began to untire his clothes as if he was self-proving, and then he also wore a piece of underwear into the bathtub.

But similarly, when he got the water, most of his clothes were wet, and then he pressed them on his body, hooking out his strong chest.

Qin Zilin had distracting thoughts and did not dare to look directly at Shen Qinglan's body. He could only recite the Qingxin Mantra while relying on the corner of his eyes to scrub the master's wife.

But after Shen Qinglan soaked for a while, her upper and lower eyelids began to fight, and she was weak all over. She almost slid into the water twice, almost wet her wounds. Fortunately, Qin Zilin helped her in time.

Qin Zilin had no choice but to hold the teacher's wife's uninjured waist with one hand, let Shen Qinglan rest on his shoulder, and the other hand continued to work diligently.

But slowly, he noticed Shen Qinglan in his arms, his body was squirming like a caterpillar. The skin on the chest of their arms and chests was often applied, and rubbing them, which was simply harsh.

Qin Zilin was shocked and he accelerated his mind to recite the mantra of meditation in his heart, but compared with the desire to hold his head under him, it still seemed like a drop in the bucket.

Just as he was thinking about how to speak so as to end the bath like cooking a person in a pan, the person on his shoulder suddenly said hoarsely: Zilin, you are hard.

Then, Shen Qinglan raised his head and blew in Qin Zilin's ears, and his breath hit his face, like Mars falling into hay: Do you want your master's wife?

Qin Zilin didn't know how to answer for a moment.

He couldn't say that when he saw his master's wife getting into the water and his clothes were half wet, he became hard, and even wanted to fuck his master's wife directly in the water, right?

Zilin doesn't want it?

When the person beside him saw him not talking or looking at him, he was a little discouraged in his voice and said resentfully:

But the master’s wife wants it, what should I do?