Chapter 881 (1/2)
Ning Xuemo was scared, almost jumped up, and suddenly turned back in the water: ”you......”
Just as her body turned to the half, she put up a hand on her shoulder: ”don't move! Do you want this seat to look in front of you? ”
Ning Xuemo: ”...” She's going to cry!
Master, God, would you like me to take a good bath?
”Master...” Once again, she reminded him of his identity and wanted to say something more, but the heat came immediately, which made her immediately choke on the words behind, and then she was busy with the work
”That's good!” God Jiuli's voice is still slow and orderly: ”I'll help you with your work. Don't be distracted!” He put his palm on her bare vest, and a cool cold current came into the body of the snow road, helping her resist the hot temperature.
With him behind for snow Mo Yun Gong, she can finally speak a little: ”God, in fact, I can wash myself. You can be busy if you have something... ” He was also in the water, close to her. She can even smell his unique light fragrance, and his palm is pressed on her back, which makes her inexplicably nervous, and her heart rate increases
”My old man?” He repeated, ending slightly higher, adding: ”although my old man is very busy, but you are too easy to get out of the situation, my old man is afraid of turning around, and you are flooded with seven halos and eight elements. So no matter how busy I am, I can only stare here first. ”
Ning Xuemo: ”...” She looked at her naked body, and then thought that emperor Zun saw the scenery behind her, which was a bit messy in the wind: ”master, we men and women are not close Not to mention the body!
”Er...” Emperor Zun answered in the back, but also asked: ”what is giving and receiving?”
He's such a great scholar that he doesn't know what it's like to give or receive?!
Rather snow Mo is almost speechless, she bit teeth: ”the meaning of giving and receiving does not mean that men and women can not have physical contact, even if the delivery of something, can not touch each other's skin!”
”I see.” Emperor Zun is like being taught. Suddenly, he doesn't know where to turn out another brocade pad under his palm: ”OK, we are not close.”