Amman felt warm in his heart and nodded, "I know."

She always knew that her mother actually loved her more than Rong'er.

"You don't have to worry about the other side. If he makes trouble for you again, just tell me that I'll let your dad deal with it." Zhou Qin reminded.

Amman nodded, "Thank you mom."

Zhou Qin sighed, "Azhe is back, but you are leaving."

"Mom, don't worry, I'll be back." Amman leaned down and gently hugged Zhou Qin next time, a dark color flashed deep in his eyes.

As long as she is sure that Jian Qing is dead, she will be able to return to the capital soon.

Zhou Qin patted her back and said nothing.

...

Quan Family

Because of Quan Jingwu's advice, others did not disclose the news about Jian Qing and him in the old house.

After dinner, the two of them stayed in the living room for a while and then went back to the room.

After Jian Qing finished washing and just came out of the bathroom, he was sitting on the sofa.

A very important question suddenly came to mind.

How does this man take a shower tonight?

Fu Heng reminded the wound on the abdomen several times, so he should not touch the water.

But with his turtle hair's obsession with cleanliness, it is obviously unlikely that he will not take a bath.

"What are you thinking?" Quan Jingwu put down the book in his hand, stood up and walked over.

Jian Qing looked up at him and said sadly, "You should not take a shower tonight."

Anyway, she doesn't dislike him.

Sure enough, a certain master still has a cleanliness obsession.

He shook his head, "Just don't touch the wound."

Jian Qing held his forehead, "How could he not touch the wound when taking a bath?"

Quan Jingwu curled his thin lips and reached out to squeeze her chin gently, "Wash it for me."

After the words came, Jian Qing felt the sky was rolling.

"I'll wash it for you?"

Is there any mistake?

She washed him, it was easy to wash out the fire.

"Yeah." He nodded with a smile.

"How about I twist the towel and wipe your body?" She raised her eyes to him and discussed.

Quan Jingwu raised his eyebrows and then pulled her into the bathroom.

"The whole body needs to be wiped."

He said, and closed the bathroom door.

Jian Qing scratched his half-dry hair and thought about how to wipe it for him.

"Good baby, you should let the water go first." He lowered his eyes and looked at the person in front of him, a confusing smile flashed in his eyes.

Jian Qing obediently, put the water, and then brought the towel over.

Throwing the towel into the water, she raised her hand to unbutton his shirt.

The two stood very close, and their breathing was clearly heard.

Quan Jingwu looked down at his little hand busy on his shirt. The white and tender little hand wiped the medicine given by Fu Heng, leaving only faint traces, but it still made him feel distressed.

"Okay, take it off."

The buckles were unbuttoned, revealing the well-textured chest, which shone with a sexy luster under the light.

Quan Jingwu cooperated to raise his hand, and Jian Qing took off her shirt easily.

Then, she took up the towel and wringed it out.

Avoiding the wound, she carefully wiped his upper body. Looking at his perfect figure, Jian Qing couldn't help but smack her tongue.

After watching it so many times, I still feel so sexy.

"Good baby, your saliva is flowing down." He laughed in his eyes and joked jokingly.

Jian Qing subconsciously reached out and touched her chin, and then she realized that he had fooled her.

She looked up and gave him a blank look, "Big liar."

After washing his upper body, Jian Qing became depressed.

How to wipe the lower body?

"Why do you do the rest yourself?" Jian Qing stuffed the towel into his hand and said.

Quan Jingwu saw through her thoughts, threw the towel into the water, and then pulled her hand on his pants.

"Good treasure, send the Buddha to the West."

Jian Qing coughed lightly, and the hand he held was a little hot.

Forget it, just die.

Form is emptiness, emptiness is form, just wipe it casually.

Thinking of this, Jian Qing quickly unbuttoned his belt, looked away, and pulled down his pants.

Oh my God, let her go.

It turns out that doing this kind of thing is really difficult.

Her cheeks were slightly red and she stood up calmly.

"Good baby, you forgot that you have this one." He grabbed her hand and put it on the only one left on him.

"This one must be taken off, too."

The low magnetic sound echoed in the bathroom, with a little charm.

Jian Qing's fingertips touched his perfect mermaid line, and the corners of his mouth trembled.

This person was obviously intentional.

Let's see how she messes with him.

Her eyes turned and she chuckled slyly, "Xiao Jing, are you sure you want me to wipe it for you?"

Quan Jingwu picked his lips, and he couldn't deny it.

Jian Qing raised the corner of her lips and disappeared from the shyness she had before.

Damn, being cowardly is not her demeanor.

What a big deal, she has seen it before.

Calm, calm...

She hooked her tight boxer pants with her fingertips, and she was neither too fast nor too slow.

Quan Jingwu's eyes became darker and his Adam's apple rolled.

Seeing that someone's breathing became heavy, Jian Qing laughed hoarsely and calmly took off the small inner body.

However, during this period, her eyes never dared to look down.

Jian Qing twisted up the towel and wiped him calmly.

The slender fingertips touched his skin from time to time, and the man's eyes became deep, like a whirlpool that sucked people.

After rubbing his legs, Jian Qing raised his eyes and glanced inadvertently over the gaze of high and high, and a hint of embarrassment flashed in his eyes.

Well, embarrassing.

"Okay, I'll get you clothes."

She threw down the towel and stood up and wanted to escape from the beautiful and ambiguous bathroom.

Quan Jingwu took her hand, stepped on her long legs and blocked her way.

"Good baby, the weather is cold. If you don't wear clothes, you'll catch a cold later." She raised her eyes and said seriously.

Quan Jingwu leaned over and leaned into her ears with thin lips, "Good baby, I'm hot."

The hoarse voice exuded a deceptive meaning.

“…”

Jian Qing's face turned red and he took a step back slightly, "If you like that, don't wear clothes, just wrap your bath towel."
To be continued...