Chapter 552: Give Me Half of the Bed to Sleep In

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Qin Zong propped his hands on the edge of the bathtub, his upper body leaned down, accompanied by a strong sense of persecution, his bony fingers pinched the young man's chin, and his eyes were dark, "Want to wash it together?" โ€

The water in the bathtub was a little cold, and Yan Tao's clothes were all wet when he was sitting.

The young man's handsome and demonic face revealed a glamorous look, and that appearance was so bewildering that it looked like Queen Medusa in Western mythology.

Young Master Yan put his hand on the back of the man's hand, and also leaned over, in the hazy mist, she smiled brightly, her eyebrows shining, "Okay." โ€

Qin Zong's mind shook.

For a moment, he really wanted to pinch the young man's chin and seal his mouth that would always be indiscriminately sultry.

However, Qin Zong is Qin Zong in the end.

The blood that warmed up was cold again in an instant.

He couldn't.

At least not yet.

This little bastard is still a child.

can treat impulsiveness as love, and recklessness as righteousness.

Now that I want it, what will I do with this child in the future?

Qin Zong's eyes returned to light, and he stretched out his hand and rubbed the young man's messy hair heavily.

It's good to keep it by your side first.

Wait until the right time to take a bite to eat.

Young Master Yan didn't know what Qin Zong was thinking, she only cared about rubbing the oil, and her paws were restlessly touching Qin Ye's beautiful mermaid line.

The beautiful peach blossom eyes narrowed, not comfortable.

The hand went down the perfect and smooth line, and it was caught by Qin Ye.

Carrying the half-wet and half-dry kitten to the bedroom, "Stay in peace, I'll be back soon." โ€

Young Master Yan touched his soaked clothes, took advantage of Qin Zong's bath, quickly pulled out a new one, and touched the quilt to occupy the place first.

After running around New York City during the day, Young Master Yan still wanted to come back and tease Qin Zong again, so he fell asleep in a daze.

When Qin Zong went to bed, Young Master Yan occupied two-thirds of the entire territory, and the whole thing was shrunk in the quilt, only a small hairy head was exposed.

Like a kitten in the nest.

Qin Ye gently stuffed the kid into the innermost, his frosty eyebrows faded a little, and he said in a low voice, "The people are not big, but the place they occupy is not small." โ€

He pulled another quilt and put it on the bed.

The two of them have one bed for each person, and Qin Ye is afraid that he will not be able to control it.

The night was getting deeper, Yan Tao was sleeping deeply, and Xiao Qi was ticking.

"Host, host! Wake up! โ€

Yan Tao woke up with an agitated spirit, her beautiful peach blossom eyes were still covered with a layer of mist in it, and she rubbed her eyes with her hands: What's wrong?

Xiao Qi: Master, something is wrong with the young lady in the future.

Body scan, body temperature is too low, blood and gas circulation is not smooth, and there is cold condensation in the blood veins in the body.

Yan Taoden was half awake and turned sideways to look.

Like water and moonlight sprinkled on Qin Zong's face, Yan Tao clearly saw a layer of frost condensed between the man's eyebrows, as if it was crystallized.

She lifted the quilt, and pressed her white slender fingers on Qin Zong's right wrist to probe the pulse, her eyes were contemplative.

Last time in Aocheng, she helped Qin Zong dissipate the cold once.

That time exhausted most of her cultivation, and then Yan Tao also prepared medicine.

She originally thought that the cold qi in Qin Zong's body had been accumulated over the years, and after the last time it was dispersed, her body would gradually return to normal after recuperating with the medicine she prescribed.

The young man's good-looking eyebrows revealed a deep and cold feeling, and it seemed that she was thinking simply.

"Cold~"

The suppressed, very low voice overflowed from Qin Zong's lips, the man's brows furrowed into Sichuan characters, his perfect face was almost condensed into ice, and his whole body was filled with cold air that was not close to the living.