Chapter 839

After a while, Yan Jun came out with his clothes, and each one was neatly folded.

"Take all these clothes to him." Said Yan Jun also turned, "should be able to wear."

Han Yu Leng Leng, and then the clothes next, "OK."

Han Yu turns around and leaves, but there is always a feeling that her eyes fall on him. At the thought that Yan Jun might be watching him off, Han Yu shivers again.

Back to Ji Rao's room, Han Yu heard a stream of water vapor, he stood outside the screen, "clothes, take it."

"Bring it."

Han Yu hesitated for a moment, then went around.

As soon as he stepped forward, Han Yu stopped breathing.

The long silver hair poured down like a waterfall, with two arms on the edge of the tub, vaguely exposed to the hazy water vapor.

Han Yu walked into some places and saw that her arm had been soaked for a long time. Her skin, which was usually too white, turned red slightly. It was like a flower with a bud waiting to be put. It was breathtaking. From his point of view, you can see Ji Rao's eyes gently closed behind the mask, her white neck, her beautiful lines down, her deep and delicate clavicle filled with a pool of water. If she wants to fall, her thin shoulders are more attractive, and the scenery is buried under the petals.

Han Yu's eyes only fell on the traces behind him and in front of him.

One by one, biting marks and pinching marks are mixed together. It's like pulling the God down from the altar, holding him in his arms and sinking into the dirtiest mire together. It's constantly soiling and damaging the secular one

Ji Rao opened his eyes slowly. His cold eyes seemed to contain something that shouldn't be contained this time. Maybe the water vapor was too heavy, the bubble was too long, and the tail of his eyes was red, but the mask was blocking it. Han Yu couldn't really see it.

Ji Rao reached for his clothes and intended to stand up. But last night, Yan Jun's feeling of going in and out seemed to reverberate in his mind. His lower body twitched suddenly. He had been soaked for a while, but now he came back completely. He stared at Han Yu, and his eyes even flowed with a little vigilance.

"You go."

Han Yu takes a look at Ji Rao.

Ji Rao didn't know what he was hesitating about. For a moment, his heart raised again, "go!"

Han Yu lowered her head and left.

Ji Rao held his breath until he heard the sound of the door creaking and closing when his steps were far away.

Slowly climb out of the bath bucket, Ji Rao dry the body, and then slowly put on clothes, he now move as long as a little bit bigger will be painful.

Ji Rao looked down at his wounds. The old wounds were not healed. Yan Jun was so rude last night that many wounds were bleeding. It was painful and itchy when he took a bath.

Ji Rao was annoyed by the traces on his body. He frowned, raised his head and tied the belt to the bronze mirror. He didn't want to look down again.

This box of swallows all tidied up and went out with the silver.

The market is very busy, but he only focuses on training soldiers and martial arts. He has never been to such a place since he was young.

There are various flavors in the air. The flavor of steamed bun and roast chicken are mixed together. The peddlers on the street, the CHILDES and girls who pass by with each other are used to staying in the army. Suddenly they are among the ordinary people. They are not used to it.