161 Roots and Sprouts 1
At that time, she is wearing clothes and washing, and she is not afraid of what he will see.
Then come back and change into clean clothes and everything works out perfectly.
"Okay, then let's go together."
The corners of Di Lingtian's lips twitched slightly, and a gleam of success flashed in his bloody eyes.
This is what she asked herself, and she can't blame him when she wakes up.
As soon as he finished his words, Jun Mohuang's eyes flashed. He was already carried to the edge of the hot spring and jumped straight into the depths of the hot spring.
This hot spring is very large, with an area of at least more than 1,000 square meters.
The surface of the water is misty, and there are unknown wild flowers and green plants growing beside the hot spring, which is very quiet.
Di Lingtian hugged her and jumped straight into the depths of the hot spring, a hidden place covered by lush green plants.
Next to it was a large, smooth, flat stone slab that was slanted into the water.
"The hot spring is so big, why do you want to wash here?"
Jun Mohuang's face was a little red, and he didn't know if it was smoked by the hot spring water, or if he thought of something messy.
This place is too secluded and the atmosphere is too weird, making her feel like she's not here to take a bath, but to...
"This is the source of the hot springs, so of course we have to wash here."
Di Lingtian didn't seem to see what she was thinking, and after a serious explanation, he suddenly let go of the hands that were holding her.
"what are you doing!"
Jun Mohuang's body was stiff now, unable to stabilize at all, and fell straight down, and hurriedly wrapped his neck tightly with both hands, for fear of falling.
"Huang'er, you can't wash your hair by yourself now. If I continue to hold you, how can I wash you?"
Di Lingtian freed up two hands, one hand loosened her hair, and the other hand picked up the water to wet her hair.
"Can't you just say it in advance!"
Jun Mohuang was a little annoyed, and she even suspected that he did it on purpose.
"I thought you knew."
Di Lingtian chuckled lightly, feeling Xiang Ran's hug tightly in his arms, and kissed her on the forehead sideways.
Of course he did it on purpose.
Jun Mohuang turned his head and buried his face in his neck.
This Emperor Lingtian is just as abominable as the real Emperor Lingtian, and will make fun of her when he gets a chance.
After wetting all her long hair, Di Lingtian's two big hands inserted into the hair room and massaged gently.
The dried blood was soaked in the water, dropped drop by drop along the hair into the hot spring, and then carried away by the current.
Jun Mohuang wrapped his neck around him, for fear that if he was not careful, he would fall off.
Well, she has already died very sadly, but she doesn't want to enjoy the feeling of drowning again in her soul state.
Jun Mohuang quietly curled up in his arms, the whole person was shrouded in Di Lingtian's masculine breath.
Di Lingtian moved gently and placed her at the source of his hot spring.
When the blood on the hair flowed along the water, part of it stuck to Di Lingtian's clothes.
Jun Mohuang stretched out a hand, poured water, drove the blood away, and cleaned his clothes.
In her heart, Di Lingtian should be aloof, how could he touch her blood.
Di Lingtian noticed her small movements, and his heart softened.
This little girl looked like she didn't accept him on the surface, but she still had her in her heart.
Next, as long as he makes persistent efforts, he will be able to take her down sooner or later.
Di Lingtian's hands became more gentle and careful, for fear that a strand of hair would be pulled and hurt her.
Being treated gently by him, feeling his breath squirting in his ears, Jun Mohuang's heart was hot and hot, and his heart began to beat fast.
There is an emotion that is out of her control, quietly taking root and sprouting in the bottom of my heart.
In order to avoid being harmonized, a lot of specific descriptions have been deleted in this chapter. For those who didn't see it later, just rely on your own imagination.