I just want to feel what kind of material it is.

The tentacles only felt that the white jade wall was warm, not cold at all.

After stroking, he just raised his hand. There was clear water at the bottom of the white jade bath barrel slowly rising, rising to the position of four-fifths of the bath barrel, and then it stopped rising.

Xiao Sisi stretched out his hand and tested the water temperature, which was about thirty-seven or eight degrees, and it was just right to take a bath.

Xiao Sisi couldn't help but laugh happily, "Wow, that's so convenient." ”

This was the first time she had smiled happily since she left Chiguo Mountain that day.

Xiao Sisi looked around the room and began to undress.

She had never felt a sense of steadiness in her heart, and she smiled and said to herself, "From now on, I, Xiao Sisi, will no longer have to send people to look at people's eyes."

From now on, I have my own house.

In the future, I will no longer have to drift to Chiguo Mountain today and Liangqu Mountain tomorrow like a wandering duckweed.

When I was cultivating, I set off from here to go to the Northland Academy.

During the holidays, I come back here to build my own territory, my own home, my own paradise.

However, living here alone does seem to be a bit too lonely, and I can't find anyone if I want to say anything.

Well, right. The next time you meet Xiao Ye, ask her and Yuan Ye to see if they are willing to come.

If you are willing to come, build a house for them here, and everyone can be neighbors, and they can talk and laugh together. ”

Xiao Sisi was muttering to herself, but she had already taken off her clothes, jumped into the bathtub and began to take a bath.

Occasionally, when I think of the scenes where the dog sentence serves her in the bath, there is a feeling of being in a different world.

Xiao Sisi finished taking a bath and jumped out of the bath bucket, and the water in the bath bucket automatically subsided.

The bathtub has been restored to its previous appearance, clean and clean, as if it has a self-cleaning function, it does not need to be cleaned, and it is as clean as new.

Xiao Sisi finished taking a bath, changed into the change of clothes she had taken out before, and dried her long hair, combed it, and coiled it up.

took the change of clothes, went out, got out of the obstacle net, and looked around with his hands on the pergola.

Not long after the sun just rose, as far as the eye could see, the mountains and mountains, the forests and rivers were shrouded in a faint white mist.

She took the clothes that needed to be washed, made a mallet, and summoned some soaps.

I went down the mountain, came to the river, found a place with a flat boulder, squatted on it, and washed my clothes.

In the thin morning mist, the air was fresh and humid, and Xiao Sisi squatted on the boulder by the river.

While washing clothes, he gently hummed a little song. It seems to be very pleasant.

The night is boundless, the crescent moon in the sky is like a hook, recalling the past is like a dream, and rediscovering where to seek the dream.

People are thousands of miles away, and they have not been far away to ask their hearts to be sad, please greet Mingyue on behalf of them, and the people who miss them often cry.

The moonlight is hazy and the night is not over, the surroundings are lonely and quiet, the cold light on the table is unknown, and I sit alone and lonely.

There is no news from people thousands of miles away, but there is no basis for asking questions from afar. Please send a letter from Mingyue and send me a piece of paper to comfort the parting feelings.

The night is boundless, the crescent moon in the sky is like a hook, recalling the past is like a dream, and rediscovering where to seek the dream.

After humming for a long time, Xiao Sisi realized that the little song he was humming repeatedly unintentionally turned out to be "Bright Moon Thousands of Miles to Send Acacia", and he couldn't help but be stunned for a while, and when he came back to his senses, tears were already dripping from his eyes......

No matter how much psychological construction there is, it will be ruined by a few small songs.